Urban symphony

The cars are beeping as always on the busy on the rodes.
Every beep is like a tempo, and equivalent to a metronom.
The factory's smoke and noise of metal rattling hardly on stones.
Even when I walk on the park, dogs are barking in an amusing melody.
Everytime I'm at the big city, I feel like a little dwarf is taking a drumming class at my head.
The sirens are making an awful sound at my head, so I can't even think.
Yes, I can't even think.
The people who talk at the street and the radioes of people's car with an open window. The music not always that bad, but sometimes, the volium is so high that I can swear that even an airplane can't do the same noise.
(And no, I'm talking about a flying plane, Not one that parking)
And every shop has her own music.
Girls and boys, men and women, they all carry shopping bags.
Kids are argueing with their parents,
Babys crys,
My headache is just getting worse.
That why I love to live in my small and quiet village.
I hate that urban symphony.
Cows mooing is much better that cars shuting.
By far.
Birds singing is really a great way to start a day.
A day with pure rays of sunlight.
So no, I don't really love the urban symphony.