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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now let manual be a thing 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 digital boss?!?!

And too much digital head ache, physical 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