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

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

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

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

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

What will I be when the summer once more?
And naked 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 the pessimist
He could 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 of bottled water and a sawn off shot gun

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

You can me codes
From the safety of a chat
In your ether clothes
I have looked your soul
into your soul!

I'm sitting with my in the radiogram
Waiting for some sign of a ghost or a little man
Glued to the glowing of a sun the plastic hood
And the heavy tones
That from the pores in the wood
Oh no...I can't go there
Oh no....Was ever meant to be?

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

To think it has come to
Ruled by
Underlying waves of
Such arrogant self
Too far we traveled out
in our sentience
Ordinary
Objects and
Now is a time of foolish
Emotions run and needless tears are shed

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

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