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.

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 from this
In the moment I can see, in the I am free
Every time I wake up

Cybernetic generation, all the little and boys
Virtual communication, playing their little toys
Ritual devotion, virtual reality
Sound and vision, no emotion, psycho babble

And now sitting in the sun
Love comes out of the
in our love and let it be

Every that I wake 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 time that I up

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

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

is another day
But we are tonight
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 moment I am
time that I wake up
Every time that I 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 and the entropic erosion of workable boundaries between subjects in communicative flux.

Information
Crawling out the world