Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's on the Phone

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

But that's all history
Like bongs and Logs
Now we livin' the Jet sons
In a wacky fog

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

Toasters to crack berries
to Bombay
Teenage schemes and dreams
As minutes away

We act like people
to ourselves
Crashing in conversation
Still shit flies off the shelf

The information
Crawled up a L.A. traffic jam

Everybody's on the
So connected and all
From the boy to the socialite
We all the satellites

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

Do you remember up?
Yes, I well
Now I can't go anywhere
my sacred cell

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

I'm ADD on AOL and to read
The writing on the

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

Won't you text me with master plan?
loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital in analog roam
And on the phone

Now I'm a real jungle up, I'm a megahertz man
I swing from tree to tree on the latest plan
On the and the dropouts
On every city across the land

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

Everybody's on the
So connected and all
the pizza boy to the socialite
We all salute the

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

And I'm a digital explorer in an analog
And on the phone