Luyện nghe bài hát The Age of Information

This is a public service

and gentlemen, we are now entering
The age of
It's perfectly
If we all a few basic precautions
May I some observations?

Axiom 1 for the world begun:

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

The age of secretive mandarins who creep on of tact is dead:
We are all players now in the great of fact instead
So since you keep your cards to your chest
I'd suggest you a few moves ahead
As one does playing a game of chess

Axiom 2 to make the new:

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

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

Axiom 3 for

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

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

X said to Y what A 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 should be to love we finally know
Or, if it unloveable, simply to go

Axiom 4 for world I adore:

Our should shift in view
According to what we
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 loyalty becomes complex and cubist with every new fact I learn
It who I'm speaking to
And who speak to in turn

5 for information workers who wish to stay alive:

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

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

X said to Y what A 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 what we finally
Or, if it unloveable, simply to go