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 ancient
bongs and Lincoln Logs
Now we livin' the Jet sons
In a wireless fog

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

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

We act like crazy
to ourselves
Crashing in conversation
Still that shit off the shelf

The information
Crawled up like a L.A. jam

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

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

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

I think I might die
If I anything 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

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

Won't you me with your master plan?
You're loud and clear but I understand
I'm a explorer 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 very latest
On the download and the
On major city across the land

I got my on my ring tone
Get up, up, reach out
Touch somebody

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

Won't you text me 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 digital in an analog roam
And on the phone