Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

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

all sucked in
Part of the core
all dragged in
Blind to the cause we've been for...Elected for

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

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

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

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

"Leave it on the net" the optimist
"No for slaves to high tech reform"
there's a way to save the pessimist
He could make it to the hills and ride out the

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

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

You can send me
From the of a chat room
In your grey ether
I looked into your soul
Looked your 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 behind the hood
And the bass tones
That from the pores in the wood
Oh no...I can't go again
Oh no....Was this ever 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 from the hidden choirs
The message in the valves and red hot wires
Oh no...I can't go there
Oh no...Was ever meant to be?

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

He has the of a friend
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 of an Angel
As he leads us in the
Until we ourselves...alone!

So standing in the Moviedrome
Staring at the shadows and the falling
Prisoners forever in the
all the pictures be the
Guide to our lives
Did we really learn?
Did we never really
The race has found it's own true home
The dwelling places of high tech lies
The few that see the beyond the Moviedrome
Must march on the wilderness
Of fantasy, false images, and