Luyện nghe bài hát Micro Chip

GREETINGS EARTHLINGS! D-D-D-DONT L-L-L-LET THE DESTROY YUH LIFE!
CAREFUL OF THE YUH PLAY, WITH 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 new age, Babylon culture, don't worship technology and bow to computers.
Cuz the micro chip is gone 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 trap 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 clock did ah go in the air
Counting down the time, New Eve,
2000 come and and now yuh think tings sweet?

MINDDD! You'll a virus 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 bees 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 ya straight forward to creation.

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

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

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

New age, Babylon culture, don't technology and bow to confuters.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight ah 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

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

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

And too much digital head ache, critical loss
Slowly yuh lazy and yuh dont know the half.
What ah day when yuh dead, that dem crash
And everyting to ah stop-p-p-ppp