Luyện nghe bài hát The Age of Information

This is a service announcement

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

Axiom 1 for the world begun:

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

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 cards to your chest
I'd you think a few moves ahead
As one does when playing a game of

2 to make the world 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 through your files, probably
Somebody's hand is in your tin of magic cookies
But relax: if you're an person
Morally in your acts
You have nothing to fear facts

Axiom 3 for

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

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

X said to Y what A to B
B an E-mail 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 love we finally know
Or, if it proves unloveable, to go

Axiom 4 for world I adore:

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

I was loyal to you, and prepared to be against 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 speak to in turn

Axiom 5 for information workers who wish to stay

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

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

X said to Y what A to B
B an E-mail and sent 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 love what we finally
Or, if it unloveable, simply to go