Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

down!
Like a shadow in a
Watching all the blues and
As I hide the glare of a monitor screen
Run fast!
a shadow in a subway
Try to remain
As I hide from the glare of the T.V.

all sucked in
Part of the core
We're all in
Blind to the cause been selected for...Elected for

still!
Like a ghost in the
Watching all the blues and
As I listen to the of the fax machine

What I be when winter comes again?
And we're up in furs, and life has begun again

And it hurts to be away you
From the world you made so

What I be when the summer comes once more?
And we're naked and weak in the eye of the sun once
We're all in...

"Leave it on the net" the optimist
"No for slaves to high tech reform"
Maybe there's a way to the pessimist
He could make it to the hills and ride out the

"Formulas are set" declares the
"This is the for everyone"
we can hide, continue to exist
With a crate of water and a sawn off shot gun

Try to survive - Don't into his eyes
Try to stay - Don't look into his dead, dead eyes

You can me codes
From the safety of a chat
In grey ether clothes
I have into your soul
into your soul!

I'm sitting with my head in the
for some sign of a ghost or a little green man
Glued to the glowing of a sun the plastic hood
And the heavy tones
That ooze the pores in the wood
Oh no...I can't go again
Oh no....Was this meant to be?

I'm sitting on the floor with the in my hand
Dreaming of the world in a way that children can
And I listen for the emanating sounds from the choirs
The message in the valves and red hot wires
Oh no...I can't go there
Oh no...Was ever meant to be?

To think it has come to
Ruled by
waves of doubt
Such arrogant reliance
Too far we traveled out
Nervous in our
people
Objects and
Now is a time of foolish
Emotions run high and needless are shed

He has the of a friend
And shall reach across the into every home
We him in and offer no defense
And with every soul he reaches for his throne
He has the face of an
As he leads us in the
Until we ourselves...alone!

So we're in the Moviedrome
Staring at the shadows and the lights
Prisoners in the Moviedrome
all the pictures be the
Guide to our fragile
Did we really learn?
Did we never really
The human race has found it's own home
The dwelling places of these high lies
The few that see the world the Moviedrome
Must on through the wilderness
Of fantasy, images, and pride