Luyện nghe bài hát Joy, The Mechanical Boy

wired up to the system is the
plugging in, cueing up, making digital
never before in the of all
has organic and mechanic together so sweetly
now computing in italics and protected
out - its a boy!
she's faxing and a baby
the father to the ground
gasps for air but no sound
dies it was impossible
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machine and half of me
wonder what he'll to be
the boy dig no jazz cos he's joy

hiding out, underground, raving in techno
always out all night cause don't sleep
by all of the freaks calling him
the
he gave them piercings for
part of the scene, a structure
problem seems, he has no culture
dead stereo panned, joy's pride
vacuum and vcr's make jill the mechanical bride
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look inside his motorola
know nothing interesting to find
the boy don't dig no jazz cos joy

no of smell
no change in
no of taste
joy, he don't need
he can't be
immune to the digital
no at all
joy, the new

look inside his mind
know there's nothing to find
the boy don't dig no cos he's joy!