Luyện nghe bài hát Everytime I Wake Up

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

Tomorrow is day
But we are here
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
time that I wake up

Cybernetic generation, all the girls and boys
Virtual communication, playing with their toys
Ritual without devotion, reality
Sound and vision, no emotion, babble apathy

And now we're in the sun
Love comes out of the
in our love and let it be

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

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

Driving Nevada City, on my way to God knows where
This old town, it sure looks pretty, I got to stop 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 here
Trust in our and let it be

Every that I wake up, I drink the potion from the cup
And I from this sleep
In the moment I can see, in the I am free
time that I wake up
Every time I wake up
time that 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 between subjects in communicative flux.

Superhighway
Crawling out around the