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

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

And now sitting 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 from sleep
In the moment I can see, in the moment I am
Every time I wake up

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

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

is another 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
Every time I wake up
Every time that I 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 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.

Superhighway
Crawling out the world