Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's on the Phone

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

But all ancient history
Like bongs and Logs
Now we like the Jet sons
In a wacky fog

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

Toasters talk to berries
Boston to
schemes and mobile dreams
As tick away

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

The superhighways
up like a L.A. traffic jam

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

Won't you text me with your master
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 well
Now I just go anywhere
Without my sacred

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

I'm ADD on AOL and to read
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 master
You're loud and clear but I don't
I'm a digital explorer in analog
And everybody's on the

Now I'm a jungle jump up, I'm a megahertz man
I swing from tree to 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
somebody band

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

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

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