🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Synchronicity II - The Police

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