Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

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

all sucked in
Part of the collective
all dragged in
Blind to the cause been selected for...Elected for

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

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

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

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

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

"Formulas are set" declares the
"This is the for everyone"
Maybe we can hide, to exist
With a crate of 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 me codes
From the safety of a room
In your grey ether
I have looked your soul
Looked your soul!

I'm with my head in the radiogram
Waiting for some of a ghost or a little green man
to the glowing of a sun behind the plastic hood
And the bass heavy
That ooze the pores in the wood
Oh no...I can't go there
Oh no....Was ever meant to be?

I'm sitting on the floor with the book in my
Dreaming of the world in a way only children can
And I listen for the emanating sounds from the hidden
The message in the valves and red hot wires
Oh no...I go there again
Oh no...Was this meant to be?

To think it has to this
by indifference
Underlying of doubt
Such arrogant self
Too far we traveled out
Nervous in our
Ordinary
Objects and
Now is a time of foolish
Emotions run high and tears are shed

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

So standing 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 really learn?
Did we never really
The human race has found it's own true
The dwelling places of these tech lies
The few that see the beyond the Moviedrome
Must march on the wilderness
Of fantasy, false images, and