🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Synchronicity II - The Police

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