Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

down!
Like a shadow in a
Watching all the blues and
As I hide from the glare of a monitor
Run fast!
Like a in a subway
Try to remain
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 ghost in the
Watching all the and greens
As I listen to the rhythm of the fax

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

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

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

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

You can send me
From the of a chat room
In your grey clothes
I have into your soul
Looked your soul!

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

I'm sitting on the floor with the book in my
of the world in a way that 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 again
Oh no...Was this meant to be?

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

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

So standing in the Moviedrome
Staring at the shadows and the lights
Prisoners forever in the
Letting all the be the
Guide to our lives
Did we really learn?
Did we really learn?
The race has found it's own true home
The dwelling places of these high lies
The few that see the world beyond the
march on through the wilderness
Of fantasy, images, and pride