Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

down!
Like a shadow in a
Watching all the and greens
As I hide from the glare of a screen
Run fast!
Like a shadow in a
Try to unseen
As I hide from the glare of the T.V.

We're all in
Part of the core
We're all in
to the cause we've been selected for...Elected for

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

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

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

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

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

You can send me
From the safety of a chat
In your ether clothes
I have looked into your
Looked into soul!

I'm sitting with my in the radiogram
Waiting for some sign of a ghost or a little man
Glued to the of a sun behind the plastic hood
And the bass tones
That ooze from the in the wood
Oh no...I can't go again
Oh no....Was ever meant to be?

I'm on the floor with the book in my hand
Dreaming of the in a way that 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 go there again
Oh no...Was this ever to be?

To it has come to this
by indifference
Underlying waves of
Such self reliance
Too far we traveled out
Nervous in our
people
Objects and
Now is a time of foolish
Emotions run and needless tears are shed

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

So we're in the Moviedrome
Staring at the shadows and the falling
Prisoners in the Moviedrome
all the pictures be the
Guide to our fragile
Did we ever really
Did we never learn?
The human has found it's own true home
The places of these high tech lies
The few that see the beyond the Moviedrome
Must on through the wilderness
Of fantasy, false images, and