Luyện nghe bài hát I Was a Maoist Intellectual

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

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

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

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

I left the normal world behind and started in
A hinterland between and self discipline
I the midnight 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 take the
But my downfall came from three things the working classes hated:
Agitated, and over-educated

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

I became a hotel doorman, I stood there on the
Clutching my forgotten discs in forgotten format
Trying to hand them out to all the stars who 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
When I the energy released by my frustration
Was nearly for re-incarnation

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