Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

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

all sucked in
Part of the core
We're all in
Blind to the cause been selected for...Elected for

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

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

And it hurts to be away you
From the you made so well

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

"Leave it on the net" the optimist
"No room for slaves to tech reform"
Maybe a way to save the pessimist
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 - look into his eyes
Try to alive - Don't look into his dead, dead eyes

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

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

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

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

He has the face of a
And shall reach across the world into home
We invite him in and no defense
And with given soul he reaches 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 falling
Prisoners in the Moviedrome
all the pictures be the
Guide to our fragile
Did we really learn?
Did we really learn?
The race has found it's own true home
The dwelling places of these tech lies
The few that see the world the Moviedrome
Must on through the wilderness
Of fantasy, images, and pride