Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

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

all sucked in
Part of the core
all dragged in
Blind to the cause we've been for...Elected for

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

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

And it hurts to be from you
From the world you so well

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

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

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

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

I'm sitting with my head in the
for some sign of a ghost or a little green man
Glued to the glowing of a sun behind the hood
And the heavy tones
That from the pores in the wood
Oh no...I go there again
Oh no....Was this ever to be?

I'm sitting on the with the book in my hand
of the world 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 meant to be?

To it has come to this
by indifference
Underlying of doubt
Such self reliance
Too far we have out
in our sentience
Ordinary
and events
Now is a time of fears
run high and needless tears are shed

He has the face of a
And shall reach across the world every home
We him in and offer no defense
And every given 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 standing in the
Staring at the shadows and the lights
Prisoners in the Moviedrome
all the pictures be the
Guide to our lives
Did we ever learn?
Did we never learn?
The human race has found it's own home
The places of these high tech lies
The few that see the world the Moviedrome
march on through the wilderness
Of fantasy, false images, and