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

Cybernetic generation, all the girls and boys
Virtual communication, playing with their toys
without devotion, virtual 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 from this sleep
In the moment I can see, in the I am free
time that I wake up

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

through Nevada City, on my way to God knows 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 world of people, no one ever hears the bell

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

time that 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
Every that I wake up
Every that I wake up

What (or who) is left out of the picture of the world we are in when the 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 between subjects in communicative flux.

Superhighway
Crawling out around the