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 in a different world
So much useless information, meant to my mind
Stifles my imagination in sea of humankind.

is another 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 this sleep
In the moment I can see, in the I am free
time that I wake up

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

And now we're in the sun
Love out of the blue
Trust in our 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 I am free
Every time I wake up

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

Driving through Nevada City, on my way to God where
This old town, it sure pretty, I just 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

is another day
But we are here
Trust in our and let it be

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

Information
Crawling out around the