Luyện nghe bài hát Everytime I Wake Up

Information Superhighway, out around the world
You go your way, go my way, I'm living in a different world
So much information, meant to stultify 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 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

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

And now sitting 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 from this
In the I can see, in the moment I am free
Every time that I up

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

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

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

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