Luyện nghe bài hát Dutiful Servants And Political Masters

One, two, one, two, three,
Things were rather different in grandfather's day
He just put a chain around their ankles and them work for no pay
He took everything they and yet still demanded more
He did a good job in taming the poor
Now I'm rather more subtle, I say, tell 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 that alright
You can have a place of your own, you can pretend to be white
And you won't have to worry, I'll a quiet word with your mates
Oh they'll be alright, they'll have enough on plate
I'll put a bit in their mouths, you just hard on the reins
They'll do for you and they 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 never fails, it does the trick, it works time
So me and my dear and the family's doing fine
Great granddad got his when slavery was abolished
Dear old dad became a viscount the Empire was finished
But times have changed for the better freedom of choice
We're a thousand richer, QED His Master's Voice
A dog into a gramophone trumpet, waits for its call to action
Mute and obedient, standing to
a little closer, the dog is a woman
She's working under a system she can't understand
Trapped inside a of labor and heat
So that she and her will be able to eat
The trumpet is patriarchy, old and fixed
Where poor men are by desire to be rich
Where the limited power is still to men
Where aid is so wastefully spent
Where western education enforces this
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