Luyện nghe bài hát The Age of Information

This is a service announcement

Ladies and gentlemen, we are now
The age of
perfectly safe
If we all take a few precautions
May I some observations?

1 for the world we've begun:

Your reputation used to on
What you
Now it depends on what you

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

Axiom 2 to make the new:

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

Somebody is prying through your files,
Somebody's hand is in your tin of Netscape cookies
But relax: if you're an person
Morally good in your
You have nothing to from facts

Axiom 3 for

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

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

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

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

Axiom 4 for this I adore:

Our should shift in view
to what we know
And who we are to

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

Axiom 5 for information workers who to stay alive:

Supply, never withhold, the information
With total for interests
and vested

Chinese whispers was an analogue
Where the degraded between brain and brain
whispers is the same in reverse
The word we spread better, not worse
Better, not

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

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