Luyện nghe bài hát Brother

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

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

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

Calling man an Uncle Tom,
And telling this to get an afro,
But you won't to her if she looks like hell, will you, brother?

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

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

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

All we you to do is SHUT UP AND BE BLACK.
Help woman.
Help man.
That's what are for, brother.