Luyện nghe bài hát The Age of Information

This is a service announcement

and gentlemen, we are now entering
The age of
It's safe
If we all take a few basic
May I make observations?

Axiom 1 for the world begun:

reputation used to depend on
What you
Now it depends on you reveal

The age of secretive mandarins who creep on heels of is dead:
We are all players now in the great of fact instead
So you can't keep your cards to your chest
I'd suggest you a few moves ahead
As one does when a game of chess

Axiom 2 to the world new:

Paranoia's simply a word for things as they are
Act as you wish to be to act
Or for some other star

Somebody is through your files, probably
hand is in your tin of Netscape magic cookies
But if you're an interesting person
Morally good in your
You have nothing to from facts

3 for transparency:

In the age of information the only way to facts
Is with interpretations, there is no way to the free exchange
Of idle

In the days before communication privacy meant at home
Sitting in the dark with the curtains unsure whether to answer the phone
But these are different times, now the line
Is that everyone prepare to be known
Most of your friends will like you fine

X said to Y A said to B
B wrote an E-mail and it to me
I C and C wrote to A:
world war three

Cut, paste, forward,
CC, go with the
Our ambition should be to what we finally know
Or, if it unloveable, simply to go

Axiom 4 for this world I

Our loyalties should shift in
According to we know
And who we are to

Once I was loyal to you, and prepared to be against
Now I am loyal to information, maybe I'm to you
My becomes more complex and cubist with every new fact I learn
It depends who I'm to
And who they speak to in

Axiom 5 for information who wish to stay alive:

Supply, withhold, the information requested
With disregard for interests
Personal and

Chinese whispers was an game
Where the signal between brain and brain
Digital whispers is the same in
The we spread gets better, not worse
Better, not

X to Y what A said to B
B wrote an and sent it to me
I showed C and C to A:
world war three

Cut, paste, forward,
CC, go the flow
Our ambition should be to what we finally know
Or, if it unloveable, simply to go