Luyện nghe bài hát Micro Chip

GREETINGS EARTHLINGS! L-L-L-LET THE COMPUTERS DESTROY 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 forward to creation.
In this new age, culture, don't 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 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 come outta it.

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

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

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

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

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

But when he meet Stacy, him almost go
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, worship technology and bow to confuters.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and ya straight forward 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

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

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