Luyện nghe bài hát Everytime I Wake Up

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

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

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

Cybernetic generation, all the girls and boys
Virtual communication, playing with their little
Ritual without devotion, virtual
Sound and vision, no emotion, psycho babble

And now we're 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
time that I wake up

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

Driving through Nevada City, on my way to God where
This old town, it sure looks pretty, I just got to stop and
Lookin' at an old steeple, it's got stories 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 time that I wake up, I drink the potion the cup
And I from this sleep
In the I can see, in the moment I am free
Every that I wake up
Every time I wake up
Every time that I 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 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 communicative flux.

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