Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Try to survive - look into his eyes
Try to stay alive - look into his dead, dead eyes

You can me codes
From the safety of a room
In grey ether clothes
I have looked your soul
Looked into 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 the plastic hood
And the heavy tones
ooze from 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 radiant valves and red hot
Oh no...I can't go again
Oh no...Was this ever to be?

To it has come to this
by indifference
Underlying of doubt
Such self reliance
Too far we traveled out
in our sentience
Ordinary
Objects and
Now is a time of fears
Emotions run high and needless tears are

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

So standing in the Moviedrome
Staring at the shadows and the lights
Prisoners in the Moviedrome
all the pictures be the
Guide to our lives
Did we ever really
Did we never really
The human race has found own true home
The dwelling of these high tech lies
The few see the world beyond the Moviedrome
Must march on through the
Of fantasy, false images, and