Luyện nghe bài hát I Was a Maoist Intellectual

I knew that I could seize the world's imagination
And show the possibilities for
I saw a nation in decay, but also a solution: cultural revolution
Whenever I my protest songs the press applauded me
Rolled out the red carpet, the Red Sea
But the petite bourgeois philistines stayed
They preferred their artists to have to say

How did I pass my time on Now it can be revealed:
I was a intellectual in the entertainment field

I showed the people how they lived and told it was bad
Showed them the inside the bureaucrat
And the archetypes and stereotypes that my stock in trade
Toppled all the ivory towers that privilege had
Though I tried to change your mind I never tried your
All I tried to do was to point out your
But the powers be took this to be a personal insult
And refused to me build my personality cult

How did I pass my an earth, what on earth got into me?
I was a Maoist in the music industry

I the normal world behind and started living in
A hinterland dissolution and self discipline
I burned the oil to build my way of seeing
A miner at the coal face of
The rich despised the songs I wrote which the poor their worth
Told the shy to speak and told the meek to the earth
But my downfall from being three things the working classes hated:
Agitated, and over-educated

How did I pass my time on earth, how did I bear
As a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment
And how was I treated in world and in this industry?
As a intellectual in a business would be

I became a hotel doorman, I stood there on the
Clutching my forgotten in their forgotten format
Trying to them out to all the stars who sauntered in
The ones who hadn't been me, who hadn't lived in vain
I gave up the day I lost my looks
I found a publisher for my little red books
I died the energy released by my frustration
Was enough for re-incarnation

But if I could live my life again the last that I'd be
Is a intellectual in the music industry
No, if I could live my again I think I'd like to be
The man job is to stop the men who think like me
Yeah! If l could live my life again be the thing to be
The man who plots the stumbling
In the lives of the of me!