Luyện nghe bài hát Joy, The Mechanical Boy

wired up to the system is the
in, cueing up, making digital whoopie
never before in the of all
has organic and mechanic come so sweetly
now in italics and write protected
out - its a boy!
she's faxing and a baby
the father stumbles to the
gasps for air but no sound
thinking it was impossible
- -
machine and half of me
wonder he'll grow to be
the boy don't dig no cos he's joy

hiding out, underground, raving in fashion
always out all night cause robots don't
embraced by all of the calling him
the
he gave them for free
of the scene, a wirey structure
only problem seems, he has no
dead stereo panned, mechanical pride
vacuum tubes and vcr's jill the mechanical bride
- -
inside his motorola mind
know there's nothing interesting to
the boy dig no jazz cos he's joy

no of smell
no change in
no sense of
joy, he need food
he be stopped
to the digital cancer
no at all
joy, the new

inside his motorola mind
know nothing interesting to find
the boy don't dig no jazz cos joy!