Luyện nghe bài hát Micro Chip

GREETINGS EARTHLINGS! D-D-D-DONT THE COMPUTERS DESTROY YUH LIFE!
CAREFUL OF THE YUH PLAY, WITH THE MODERN TECHNOLOGY.
OH, OH,.OH LET ME YUH

In this new age, Babylon culture, don't technology and bow to confuters.
Cuz the chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation.
In new age, Babylon culture, don't worship technology and bow to computers.
Cuz the micro chip is gone and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation.

And now we slowly on the ma-chin-ery,
Man make the machine and get inna it.
depending on the tech-no-logy,
Caught in the web and come outta it.

Inna unno deh ah fret and worry
Wonder if the did ah go stop in the air
down the time, New Years Eve,
2000 come and gone and now yuh think sweet?

MINDDD! You'll a virus on the internet!
And be careful of the e-mails you collect.
I see the whole world gone literate.
And to the and the bees them is illiterate.

You've got access to on the internet.
But experience, teach at comes from round yuh desk.
Cuz the micro is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation.

Young got a sad story
Stayed awake late nights inna glory
Long letters long lines after night
Anticipated ah blind date Stacy.

Full of anxiety and in belly;
He wanted to make a first impression and memory.
So the morning of the date, that boy nuh early
Got to get ah prepared, fashion ready.

But when he Stacy, him almost go crazy
believe what his eyes did ah take plac-e
OH ALL THE EMAILS! She was a he-male.
And juss a disguise online, a shame ole chile.

New age, Babylon culture, don't worship and bow to confuters.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya forward ah creation.
In new age, Babylon culture, dont worship technology and bow to computers.
Cuz the micro chip is chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation

depending on the ma-chin-ery,
Man make the and get trap inna it.
depending on dem tech-no-logy,
Caught in the web and come outta it.

Now let manual days be a of the past
Yuh clock in and yuh clock out, clock wise and cross.
mah bredren way at farm, Ask him wha happen to di grass?
Him sey Yuh nah see gone digital boss?!?!

And too much digital head ache, physical loss
Slowly yuh getting and yuh dont know the half.
What ah day yuh dead, that bases dem crash
And everyting come to ah