Luyện nghe bài hát Micro Chip

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But when he meet Stacy, him go crazy
Couldn't believe what his 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, don't worship and bow to confuters.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and ya, and bring ya straight forward ah creation.
In this new age, Babylon culture, worship technology and bow to computers.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to

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

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

And too much head ache, critical physical loss
Slowly yuh getting lazy and yuh dont the half.
What ah day when yuh dead, that dem crash
And everyting come to ah