Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's on the Phone

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

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

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

Toasters to crack berries
Boston to
Teenage and mobile dreams
As tick away

We act crazy people
to ourselves
Crashing in conversation
that shit flies off the shelf

The superhighways
up like a L.A. traffic jam

Everybody's on the
So and all alone
From the pizza boy to the
We all the satellites

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

Do you remember up?
Yes, I remember
Now I just go anywhere
Without my sacred

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

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

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

you text me with your master plan?
You're loud and clear but I understand
I'm a digital in analog roam
And on the phone

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

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

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

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

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