Luyện nghe bài hát Moviedrome

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

all sucked in
Part of the collective
all dragged in
Blind to the cause we've been for...Elected for

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

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

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

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

"Leave it on the net" demands the
"No room for slaves to high reform"
there's a way to save the pessimist
He could make it to the and ride out the storm

"Formulas are set" the analyst
"This is the for everyone"
Maybe we can hide, to exist
With a crate of bottled water and a sawn off 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 of a chat room
In your grey ether
I have looked into soul
into your soul!

I'm sitting with my head in the
Waiting for some sign of a or a little green man
Glued to the of a sun behind the plastic hood
And the bass heavy
That ooze from the in the wood
Oh no...I can't go there
Oh no....Was this meant to be?

I'm sitting on the with the book in my hand
of the world in a way that only children can
And I listen for the emanating sounds from the choirs
The message in the radiant valves and red hot
Oh no...I go there again
Oh no...Was this ever to be?

To it has come to this
by indifference
Underlying waves of
Such self reliance
Too far we traveled out
in our sentience
Ordinary
and events
Now is a of foolish fears
Emotions run high and needless tears are

He has the face of a
And shall reach across the world into home
We invite him in and no defense
And with every given he reaches for his throne
He has the of an Angel
As he us in the dance
we find ourselves...alone!

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