🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Synchronicity II - The Police

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