Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's on the Phone

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

But all ancient history
bongs and Lincoln Logs
Now we livin' like the Jet
In a wireless fog

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

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

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

The information
Crawled up a L.A. traffic jam

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

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

Do you remember up?
Yes, I remember
Now I just can't go
Without my sacred

I think I might die
If I anything at all
Text me, me an e-mail
me up, give me a call

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

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

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

Now I'm a jungle jump up, I'm a megahertz man
I swing from to tree on the very latest plan
On the download and the
On every major city across the

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

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

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

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