Luyện nghe bài hát Micro Chip

GREETINGS EARTHLINGS! D-D-D-DONT L-L-L-LET THE DESTROY YUH LIFE!
CAREFUL OF THE GAMES YUH PLAY, 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 chip is gone chip and ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation.
In this new age, culture, don't worship technology and bow to computers.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and ya straight forward to creation.

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

Inna unno deh ah fret and worry
Wonder if the clock did ah go in the air
Counting down the time, New Eve,
2000 come and gone and now yuh think tings

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

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

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

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

But when he Stacy, him almost go crazy
Couldn't what his eyes did ah take 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 chip and fail ya, and ya straight forward ah creation.
In this new age, Babylon culture, dont technology and bow to computers.
Cuz the chip 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 inna it.
Slowly on dem tech-no-logy,
in the web and cyaan come outta it.

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

And too much digital ache, critical physical loss
Slowly yuh lazy and yuh dont know the half.
What ah day yuh dead, that bases dem crash
And everyting to ah stop-p-p-ppp