Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

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

We're all in
Part of the core
We're all in
Blind to the cause we've 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 wrapped up in furs, and life has begun

And it to be away from you
the world you made so well

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

"Leave it on the net" demands the
"No for slaves to high tech reform"
Maybe a way to save the pessimist
He could make it to the 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 - Don't look into his dead, dead

You can me codes
the safety of a chat room
In grey ether clothes
I have looked into soul
into your soul!

I'm sitting with my head in the
Waiting for some sign of a ghost or a green man
Glued to the glowing of a sun behind the plastic
And the bass tones
That ooze from the in the wood
Oh no...I go there again
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 sounds from the 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 self reliance
Too far we have out
in our sentience
Ordinary
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 into every
We invite him in and offer no
And with every given soul he reaches for his
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 and the falling lights
forever in the Moviedrome
Letting all the be the
to our fragile lives
Did we ever learn?
Did we never learn?
The human race has found it's own home
The dwelling places of high tech lies
The few see the world beyond the Moviedrome
Must march on the wilderness
Of fantasy, images, and pride