Luyện nghe bài hát The Age of Information

This is a public announcement

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

Axiom 1 for the we've begun:

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

The age of secretive mandarins who creep on heels of tact is
We are all now in the great game 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 things as they are
Act as you wish to be to act
Or leave for other star

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

Axiom 3 for

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

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

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

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

Axiom 4 for this world I

Our loyalties shift in view
According to 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 with every new fact I learn
It who I'm speaking to
And who they to in turn

Axiom 5 for information workers who wish to alive:

Supply, withhold, the information requested
With total disregard for
and vested

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

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

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