Luyện nghe bài hát The Age of Everything

All you have to do is touch it you won't a thing,
media goddess the be all tell all weather beauty,
The ruthless of the calculated ends of structured emptiness,
Some brain dead bureaucrat his dead end duty,
But the only light on is the applause light,
Its a rerun tragedy but the track is hilarious,
It came by mail but anyway the new model is faster,
Turn nothing with a nice ass make it Viagra vicarious.

And underneath it all I still like a blank that's not been filled in,
I just to move to a new neighborhood into a house nobody's been killed in.
And just all my pretty little problems for the world to comment and archive,
I will end as the junk of gut felt gossip on the next world hard drive.

The byte made word; agencies of our cyber selves,
She is an encrypted device of which we break the code,
Everywhere the anything at memories put tomorrow's now,
We will bail out the of our meaning to co-sponsor the ode,
A fairy princess scapegoats blog Fox news or pixellated porn,
The attention span of couldn't follow this Warhol of fame,
It's you can't live without but you need it to know it,
So much less than lifeless not much more a game.

in the age of everything,
Branded by the take over sting,
Chronic cancers and revivals,
Sonic censor game survivals,
New age old school thief,
ray spec and unbelievable belief,
Ad hoc formats of scorched earth,
Ad rock of it girls virgin birth.

whispers of the automated angels of commerce,
Babbling's of god gizmos that hold the future ransom,
And the beautiful paid to the tyranny of the dollar,
A mean and bloody but he's photoshoped and handsome,
Whats doing won't be done until now happens minutes ago,
But the sound of the hot blonde will have us buying the whole half truth,
This touches us more deeply than we touch ourselves,
A whole spent in the pursuit of misspent youth.

in the age of everything,
Captured by the time offering,
Amused to the of confusion,
Abused by the be illusion,
Tagged by the ad-bots invasion,
by the multinational abrasion,
A great time to and have it all,
A fate worse than if we juke the fall.