Luyện nghe bài hát Micro Chip

GREETINGS EARTHLINGS! L-L-L-LET THE COMPUTERS DESTROY YUH LIFE!
CAREFUL OF THE GAMES YUH PLAY, THE MODERN TECHNOLOGY.
OH, OH,.OH LET ME YUH

In this new age, Babylon culture, don't worship and bow to confuters.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and ya straight forward to creation.
In this new age, Babylon culture, don't technology and bow to computers.
Cuz the micro chip is gone and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation.

And now we slowly on the ma-chin-ery,
Man the machine and get trap inna it.
depending on the tech-no-logy,
Caught in the web and come outta it.

Inna 1999 deh ah fret and worry
Wonder if the did ah go stop in the air
Counting the time, New Years Eve,
2000 and gone and now yuh think tings sweet?

MINDDD! You'll catch a on the internet!
And be of the e-mails that you collect.
I see the whole world computer literate.
And to the birds and the them is illiterate.

You've got to everything on the internet.
But experience, teach at wisdom comes from yuh desk.
Cuz the chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation.

Young got a sad story
Stayed awake nights inna text glory
Long letters long lines after night
meet ah blind date Stacy.

Full of and butterflies in belly;
He to make a first impression and real memory.
So the morning of the date, boy nuh rise early
Got to get ah prepared, looking ready.

But when he meet Stacy, him go crazy
Couldn't believe what his eyes did ah take
OH ALL THE EMAILS! She was a he-male.
And a disguise online, what a shame ole chile.

New age, Babylon culture, don't worship and bow to confuters.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight ah creation.
In this new age, culture, dont worship technology and bow to computers.
Cuz the chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation

depending on the ma-chin-ery,
Man the machine and get trap inna it.
depending on dem tech-no-logy,
Caught in the web and come outta it.

Now let days be a thing of the past
Yuh in and yuh clock out, clock wise and clock cross.
Site mah bredren way at farm, Ask him wha to di grass?
Him sey Yuh nah see everyting gone boss?!?!

And too much digital head ache, physical loss
Slowly yuh getting lazy and yuh dont the half.
What ah day when yuh dead, that bases dem
And come to ah stop-p-p-ppp