Luyện nghe bài hát I Was a Maoist Intellectual

I always that I could seize the world's imagination
And show the for transformation
I saw a nation in decay, but also a solution: cultural revolution
Whenever I played my protest songs the applauded me
out the red carpet, parted the Red Sea
But the petite bourgeois philistines stayed
preferred their artists to have nothing to say

How did I pass my time on earth? Now it can be
I was a Maoist intellectual in the field

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

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

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

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

I became a hotel doorman, I stood on the doormat
Clutching my forgotten in their forgotten format
Trying to hand them out to all the stars who in
The ones who hadn't like me, who hadn't lived in vain
I gave up ideology the day I my looks
I never found a publisher for my little red
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 Maoist intellectual in the industry
No, if I could live my life again I I'd like to be
The man whose job is to stop the men who like me
Yeah! If l could live my life again that'd be the to be
The man who plots the stumbling
In the of the likes of me!