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 living in a world
So useless information, meant to stultify my mind
Stifles my in this sea of humankind.

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

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

Cybernetic generation, all the little girls and
Virtual communication, with 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 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 opens and I know that's where I to be
Like the of falling snow
Awakes the magic in my

Driving Nevada City, on my way to God knows where
This old town, it looks pretty, I just got to stop and stare
Lookin' at an old church steeple, it's got 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

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

Superhighway
Crawling out the world