Luyện nghe bài hát Everytime I Wake Up

Information Superhighway, crawling out around the
You go your way, go my way, I'm living in a different world
So much information, meant to stultify my mind
Stifles my imagination in sea of humankind.

is another day
But we are here
in our love and let it be

Every time that I wake up, I drink the from the cup
And I awaken this sleep
In the moment I can see, in the moment I am
Every that I wake up

Cybernetic generation, all the little and boys
Virtual communication, with their little toys
Ritual devotion, virtual reality
Sound and vision, no emotion, babble apathy

And now sitting in the sun
comes out of the blue
Trust in our and let it be

Every time that I up, I drink the potion from the cup
And I awaken from sleep
In the moment I can see, in the moment I am
Every that I wake up

When I'm lost inside the beauty of a
A window and I know that's where I want to be
Like the sound of falling
Awakes the in my heart

through Nevada City, on my way to God knows where
This old town, it sure pretty, I just got to stop and stare
at an old church steeple, it's got stories it could tell
In a world of sleeping people, no one ever the bell

is another day
But we are here
Trust in our and let it be

time that I wake up, I drink the potion from the cup
And I from this sleep
In the moment I can see, in the I am free
Every that I wake up
Every that I wake up
Every that I wake up

What (or who) is left out of the picture of the world we are in when the world itself is portrayed as if nothing but "pure cybernetic processes?" And what haunts this most of late twentieth-century theoretical-fictions? The answer, according to Norbert Wiener, is the "evil" of chaos - the noise of disorganized forms and the entropic erosion of workable boundaries between subjects in communicative flux.

Information
Crawling out around the