🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Synchronicity II - The Police

 Another suburban family 
 Grandmother  at the wall.
 
 We have to shout above the  of our Rice Crispies
 We can't  anything at all.
 Mother chants her litany  boredom and frustration,
 But we  all her suicides are fake.
 
 Daddy only stares into  distance
  only so much more that he can take.
 Many miles away something crawls from  slime
 At the bottom of a dark Scottish 
 
 Another industrial ugly 
 The  belches filth into the sky.
 He walks unhindered  the picket lines today,
 He doesn't think  wonder why.
 The  pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
 But all he ever thinks to  is watch.
 And every single  with his so-called superior
 Is a humiliating  in the crotch.
 Many miles away something  to the surface
 Of a  Scottish lake.
 
 Another working day has 
 Only the rush  hell to face.
 Packed like lemmings into  metal boxes.
 Contestants in a  race.
 Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into  distance,
 He knows that  somewhere has to break.
 He sees  family home now looming in the headlights,
 the pain upstairs  makes his eyeballs ache.
 Many miles away there's a shadow on  door
 Of a cottage on  shore
  a dark Scottish lake...............