Luyện nghe bài hát Dutiful Servants And Political Masters

One, two, one, two, three,
Things were different in great grandfather's day
He just put a chain around their ankles and made 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 you what I will do
I'll do everything I can to try and you
And you'll be helping me, I say, and I'll see you're alright
You can have a place of own, you can even pretend to be white
And you won't to worry, I'll have a quiet word with your mates
Oh they'll be alright, they'll have on their plate
I'll put a bit in their mouths, you pull hard on the reins
They'll do for you and they won't complain
You'll be so better off, I say, you can share my paradise
sign my piece of paper and I'll organize your life
And it never fails, it the trick, it works every time
So me and my dear and the family's doing fine
Great granddad got his dukedom slavery was abolished
Dear old dad became a viscount when the Empire was
But times have changed for the with freedom of choice
a thousand times richer, QED His Master's Voice
A dog stares into a trumpet, waits for its call to action
Mute and obedient, standing to
Look a little closer, the dog is a
working under a system that she can't understand
Trapped inside a world of and heat
So she and her children will be able to eat
The trumpet is patriarchy, it's old and
Where men are lured by desire to be rich
Where the limited power is still to men
development aid is so wastefully spent
Where education enforces this crap
women work in the open, yet live in a trap
There's one solution, and is it
The dog on the gramophone and has a shit