Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

down!
Like a in a hallway
Watching all the blues and
As I hide from the glare of a monitor
Run fast!
a shadow in a subway
Try to remain
As I hide from the of the T.V. screen

We're all in
Part of the collective
all dragged in
Blind to the we've been selected for...Elected for

still!
Like a ghost in the
Watching all the blues and
As I listen to the rhythm of the fax

will I be when winter comes again?
And we're up in furs, and life has begun again

And it hurts to be away you
From the you made so well

What will I be when the summer comes more?
And we're and weak in the eye of the sun once more
We're all in...

"Leave it on the net" the optimist
"No room for slaves to high reform"
there's a way to save the pessimist
He could it to the hills and ride out the storm

"Formulas are set" the analyst
"This is the for everyone"
we can hide, continue to exist
With a crate of bottled and a sawn off shot gun

Try to - Don't look into his eyes
Try to stay alive - look into his dead, dead eyes

You can me codes
From the safety of a room
In your grey ether
I looked into your soul
Looked into soul!

I'm sitting my head in the radiogram
Waiting for some sign of a ghost or a green man
Glued to the glowing of a sun the plastic hood
And the heavy tones
ooze from the pores in the wood
Oh no...I can't go there
Oh no....Was this ever to be?

I'm on the floor with the book in my hand
Dreaming of the world in a way only children can
And I listen for the emanating from the hidden choirs
The in the radiant valves and red hot wires
Oh no...I can't go there
Oh no...Was ever meant to be?

To it has come to this
Ruled by
Underlying of doubt
Such arrogant reliance
Too far we have out
Nervous in our
people
Objects and
Now is a time of foolish
Emotions run high and needless are shed

He has the of a friend
And shall reach across the world every home
We him in and offer no defense
And with every soul he reaches for his throne
He has the of an Angel
As he us in the dance
we find ourselves...alone!

So we're in the Moviedrome
Staring at the shadows and the lights
Prisoners forever in the
all the pictures be the
Guide to our lives
Did we ever learn?
Did we never learn?
The race has found it's own true home
The dwelling places of these high lies
The few that see the world the Moviedrome
Must march on the wilderness
Of fantasy, images, and pride