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!
a shadow in a subway
Try to unseen
As I from the glare of the T.V. screen

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

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

What will I be when winter comes
And wrapped up in furs, and life has begun again

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

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

"Leave it on the net" the optimist
"No room for 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"
Maybe we can hide, to exist
With a crate of bottled water and a off shot gun

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

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

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

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

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

He has the face of a
And shall reach the world into every home
We invite him in and offer no
And with every given 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
at the shadows and the falling lights
Prisoners forever in the
Letting all the be the
Guide to our fragile
Did we ever learn?
Did we never really
The human race has found it's own true
The dwelling places of high tech lies
The few that see the world the Moviedrome
Must march on through the
Of fantasy, false images, and