Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

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

We're all in
Part of the collective
We're all in
to the cause 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 winter comes
And we're wrapped up in furs, and life has begun

And it to be away from you
From the world you so well

What 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 for slaves to high tech reform"
Maybe there's a way to the pessimist
He make it to the hills and ride out the storm

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

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

I'm sitting with my in the radiogram
for some sign of a ghost or a little green man
Glued to the of a sun behind the plastic hood
And the bass tones
That ooze 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 in a way that only children can
And I listen for the emanating sounds the hidden choirs
The in the radiant valves and red hot wires
Oh no...I go there again
Oh no...Was this ever to be?

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

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

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