Luyện nghe bài hát Everytime I Wake Up

Information Superhighway, out around the world
You go your way, I'll go my way, I'm living in a different
So much useless information, meant to my mind
Stifles my imagination in sea of humankind.

Tomorrow is day
But we are here
in our love and let it be

Every time that I wake up, I the potion from the cup
And I from this sleep
In the moment I can see, in the moment I am
Every time I wake up

Cybernetic generation, all the little and boys
Virtual communication, playing with their little
Ritual without devotion, virtual
Sound and vision, no emotion, psycho babble

And now sitting in the sun
comes out of the blue
Trust in our and let it be

Every time that I up, I drink the potion from the cup
And I awaken this sleep
In the I can see, in the moment I am free
Every that I wake up

When I'm lost inside the beauty of a
A opens and I know that's where I want to be
Like the of falling snow
Awakes the in my heart

Driving through Nevada City, on my way to God knows
This old town, it sure looks pretty, I just got to stop and
at an old church steeple, it's got stories it could tell
In a world of sleeping people, no one ever hears the

Tomorrow is day
But we are here
Trust in our and let it be

Every time that I wake up, I the potion from the cup
And I from this sleep
In the moment I can see, in the I am free
Every time I wake up
Every time I wake up
time that I wake up

What (or who) is left out of the picture of the world we are in when the world itself is portrayed as if nothing but "pure cybernetic processes?" And what haunts this most powerful of late twentieth-century theoretical-fictions? The answer, according to Norbert Wiener, is the "evil" of chaos - the noise of disorganized forms and the entropic erosion of workable boundaries between subjects in flux.

Superhighway
Crawling out the world