Luyện nghe bài hát Dutiful Servants And Political Masters

One, two, one, two, three,
Things were rather in great grandfather's day
He just put a chain around their ankles and made them for no pay
He everything they owned and yet still demanded more
He did a bloody job in taming the poor
Now I'm more subtle, I say, I'll tell you what I will do
do everything I can to try and help you
And be helping me, I say, and I'll 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 with your
Oh they'll be alright, have enough on their plate
put a bit in their mouths, you just pull hard on the reins
They'll do anything for you and won't complain
be so much better off, I say, you can share my paradise
Just sign my piece of paper and I'll organize life
And it fails, it does the trick, it works every time
So me and my wife and the family's doing fine
Great granddad got his dukedom when slavery was
Dear old dad became a when the Empire was finished
But times have changed for the better with freedom of
We're a thousand times richer, QED His Master's
A dog stares into a gramophone trumpet, waits for its to action
and obedient, standing to attention
Look a closer, the dog is a woman
She's working under a that she can't understand
Trapped inside a world of labor and
So that she and her children will be to eat
The trumpet is patriarchy, old and fixed
Where poor men are lured by to be rich
Where the power is still given to men
Where development aid is so spent
Where western enforces this crap
Where women in the open, yet live in a trap
one solution, and this is it
The dog leaps on the and has a shit