Luyện nghe bài hát Dutiful Servants And Political Masters

One, two, one, two, three,
were rather different in great grandfather's day
He just put a chain around their and made them work for no pay
He everything they owned and yet still demanded more
He did a bloody job in taming the poor
Now I'm rather more subtle, I say, I'll tell you I will do
I'll do I can to try and help you
And you'll be helping me, I say, and see that you're alright
You can have a place of your own, you can pretend to be white
And you won't have to worry, I'll have a quiet word your mates
Oh be alright, they'll have enough on their plate
I'll put a bit in their mouths, you pull hard on the reins
do anything for you and they won't complain
You'll be so better off, I say, you can share my paradise
Just sign my piece of paper and I'll your life
And it never fails, it does the trick, it works time
So me and my dear wife and the family's doing
Great granddad got his when slavery was abolished
Dear old dad became a when the Empire was finished
But times have for the better with freedom of choice
a thousand times richer, QED His Master's Voice
A dog stares into a gramophone trumpet, for its call to action
Mute and obedient, to attention
a little closer, the dog is a woman
She's working under a system that she understand
Trapped a world of labor and heat
So that she and her children will be to eat
The trumpet is patriarchy, old and fixed
Where poor men are lured by desire to be
Where the power is still given to men
Where development aid is so spent
Where western enforces this crap
Where work in the open, yet live in a trap
There's one solution, and is it
The dog leaps on the gramophone and has a