Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's on the Phone

Message in a
Rhythm of a
Smoke signals and
Make the hum

But that's all history
Like bongs and Lincoln
Now we like the Jet sons
In a wireless fog

Talkin', squawkin',
Who if anybody's gettin' through

Toasters talk to berries
to Bombay
Teenage and mobile dreams
As minutes tick

We act crazy people
Talking to
Crashing cars in
that shit flies off the shelf

The superhighways
Crawled up a L.A. traffic jam

on the phone
So and all alone
From the boy to the socialite
We all salute the

Won't you text me with your plan?
You're loud and clear but I understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog
And everybody's on the

Do you dialing up?
Yes, I remember
Now I just go anywhere
my sacred cell

I think I might die
If I miss at all
me, send me an e-mail
Ring me up, give me a

I'm ADD on AOL and tryin' to
The on the wall

on the phone
So connected and all
From the boy to the socialite
We all the satellites

Won't you text me your master plan?
You're loud and clear but I understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog
And on the phone

Now I'm a real jungle jump up, I'm a man
I swing tree to tree on the very latest plan
On the and the dropouts
On every major across the land

I got my Marley on my ring
Get up, stand up, out
Touch somebody

on the phone
So and all alone
From the pizza boy to the
We all the satellites

Won't you me with your master plan?
You're loud and but I don't understand
And I'm a digital explorer in roam
And on the phone

And I'm a explorer in an analog roam
And everybody's on the