Luyện nghe bài hát Everytime I Wake Up

Information Superhighway, crawling out around the
You go your way, I'll go my way, I'm living in a world
So much information, meant to stultify my mind
Stifles my in this sea of humankind.

is another day
But we are tonight
in our love and let it be

Every time I wake up, I drink the potion from the cup
And I awaken this sleep
In the moment I can see, in the moment I am
Every time that I up

Cybernetic generation, all the little and boys
Virtual communication, playing their little toys
Ritual devotion, virtual reality
and vision, no emotion, psycho babble apathy

And now sitting in the sun
comes out of the blue
Trust in our and let it be

Every time that I wake up, I drink the from the cup
And I awaken from this
In the moment I can see, in the moment I am
Every time that I up

When I'm lost the beauty of a melody
A window opens and I that's where I want to be
Like the sound of snow
Awakes the in my heart

through Nevada City, on my way to God knows where
This old town, it sure looks pretty, I just got to and stare
Lookin' at an old church steeple, it's got it could tell
In a of sleeping people, no one ever hears the bell

Tomorrow is day
But we are tonight
in our love and let it be

Every time that I wake up, I drink the from the cup
And I awaken from this
In the moment I can see, in the moment I am
Every time that I up
time that I wake up
Every time I wake up

What (or who) is left out of the picture of the world we are in when the world itself is portrayed as if nothing but "pure cybernetic processes?" And what haunts this most powerful of late twentieth-century theoretical-fictions? The answer, according to Norbert Wiener, is the "evil" of chaos - the noise of disorganized forms and the entropic erosion of workable boundaries between subjects in flux.

Superhighway
Crawling out around the