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, culture, don't worship technology and bow to confuters.
Cuz the micro 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 chip and ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation.

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

Inna 1999 deh ah fret and worry
Wonder if the clock did ah go in the air
down the time, New Years Eve,
2000 come and gone and now yuh tings sweet?

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

got access to everything on the internet.
But experience, teach at wisdom from round yuh desk.
Cuz the micro chip is chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation.

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

of anxiety and butterflies in belly;
He wanted to make a impression and real memory.
So the of the date, that boy nuh rise early
Got to get ah prepared, looking ready.

But he meet Stacy, him almost go crazy
Couldn't believe what his eyes did ah plac-e
OH ALL THE EMAILS! She was a he-male.
And juss a disguise online, what a ole chile.

New age, Babylon culture, worship technology and bow to confuters.
Cuz the micro chip is gone and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward ah creation.
In this new age, Babylon culture, dont worship and bow to computers.
Cuz the micro is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation

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

Now let manual be a thing 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 everyting digital boss?!?!

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