Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

down!
Like a in a hallway
all the blues and greens
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.

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

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

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

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

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

"Leave it on the net" demands the
"No room for slaves to tech reform"
Maybe a way to save 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 of bottled 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 safety of a room
In grey ether clothes
I have looked into soul
Looked into soul!

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

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

To it has come to this
Ruled by
Underlying waves of
Such arrogant reliance
Too far we have out
Nervous in our
people
Objects and
Now is a time of foolish
Emotions run and needless tears are shed

He has the face of a
And shall reach the world into every home
We him in and offer 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 we're standing in the
Staring at the and the falling lights
Prisoners in the Moviedrome
all the pictures be the
Guide to our fragile
Did we ever learn?
Did we really learn?
The human race has found own true home
The dwelling places of these high tech
The few see the world beyond the Moviedrome
Must march on through the
Of fantasy, images, and pride