Luyện nghe bài hát Micro Chip

GREETINGS EARTHLINGS! D-D-D-DONT L-L-L-LET THE COMPUTERS YUH LIFE!
CAREFUL OF THE GAMES YUH PLAY, WITH THE 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 bring ya straight to creation.
In this new age, Babylon culture, don't worship and bow to computers.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight to creation.

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

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

MINDDD! catch a virus on the internet!
And be careful of the e-mails you collect.
I see the whole world computer literate.
And to the and the bees them is illiterate.

got access to everything on the internet.
But experience, teach at wisdom comes round yuh desk.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight to creation.

Junior got a sad story
Stayed awake late nights inna glory
Long letters long night after night
Anticipated meet ah date Stacy.

Full of anxiety and butterflies in
He wanted to make a first and real memory.
So the morning of the date, that boy nuh rise
Got to get ah prepared, looking ready.

But when he meet Stacy, him go crazy
believe what his eyes did ah take plac-e
OH ALL THE EMAILS! She was a he-male.
And juss a disguise online, what a ole chile.

New age, Babylon culture, worship technology and bow to confuters.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight ah creation.
In new age, Babylon culture, dont worship technology and bow to computers.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight to creation

Slowly on the ma-chin-ery,
Man the machine and get trap inna it.
depending on dem tech-no-logy,
Caught in the web and cyaan 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
yuh getting lazy and yuh dont know the half.
What ah day yuh dead, that bases dem crash
And come to ah stop-p-p-ppp