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, Babylon culture, don't technology and bow to confuters.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya forward to creation.
In this new age, Babylon culture, don't technology and bow to computers.
Cuz the chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring 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 cyaan outta it.

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

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

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

Young got a sad story
Stayed late nights inna text glory
Long letters lines night after night
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 when he Stacy, him almost go crazy
Couldn't believe what his did ah take plac-e
OH ALL THE EMAILS! She was a he-male.
And juss a online, what a shame ole chile.

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

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

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

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