Luyện nghe bài hát Brother

We deal in too externals, brother.
afros, handshakes, and dashikis.

Never can a man build a working structure for capitalism.
Always a man read Mao or Fanon.

I think I know you black revolutionaries too well.
Standing on a box on a corner, talking blowing the white boy away.
not where it's at, yet, brother.

Calling man an Uncle Tom,
And this woman to get an afro,
But you speak to her if she looks like hell, will you, brother?

Some of us been checking you act out closely.
And by now it's looking shaky, the way you been rushing people with your super-black bag.
Jumping down on brothers both feet because they are after their B.A.
But you're never around when B.A. is in danger.
I your black ASS.

I think it was a little too easy to forget that you were a negro Malcolm.
You drove your girl through the village every Friday night,
the grass roots stared in envy and drank wine.
Do you

You get your memory banks organized, brother.
Show that man you call an Tom just where he is wrong.
Show that that you are a sincere black man.

All we need you to do is UP AND BE BLACK.
that woman.
Help man.
what brothers are for, brother.