Luyện nghe bài hát The Age of Everything

All you have to do is touch it you feel a thing,
Mass media goddess the be all all weather beauty,
The ruthless means of the ends of structured emptiness,
Some brain dead bureaucrat following his end duty,
But the only light on is the applause light,
Its a rerun but the laugh track is hilarious,
It came by mail but anyway the new model is faster,
Turn into nothing with a nice ass it Viagra vicarious.

And underneath it all I still feel like a blank that's not filled in,
I want to move to a new neighborhood into a house nobody's been killed in.
And just Facebook all my pretty little 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; scripted agencies of our selves,
She is an encrypted of which we can't break the code,
Everywhere the anything at once memories put now,
We will bail out the banks of our meaning to the ode,
A fairy tale princess scapegoats blog Fox news or porn,
The attention span of couldn't follow this Warhol of fame,
It's nothing you live without but you need it to know it,
So less than lifeless not much more than a game.

in the age of everything,
Branded by the corporate over sting,
Chronic and streaming revivals,
Sonic censor show survivals,
New age old identity thief,
Blue ray spec and belief,
Ad hoc formats of scorched earth,
Ad implications of it girls virgin birth.

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

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