Luyện nghe bài hát I Was a Maoist Intellectual

I always knew that I could seize the world's
And the possibilities for transformation
I saw a in decay, but also a solution: Permanent cultural revolution
I played my protest songs the press applauded me
Rolled out the red carpet, the Red Sea
But the petite philistines stayed away
They their artists to have nothing to say

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

I the people 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 your mind I never tried your
All I to do was to point out your exploitation
But the powers be took 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 behind and started in
A hinterland between 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 told the their worth
Told the shy to speak and told the meek to take the
But my downfall came from being three things the classes hated:
Agitated, and over-educated

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

I became a doorman, I stood there on the doormat
Clutching my forgotten discs in their forgotten
Trying to hand out to all the stars who sauntered in
The who hadn't been like me, who hadn't lived in vain
I gave up ideology the day I lost my
I never found a publisher for my red books
I died the energy released by my frustration
Was enough for re-incarnation

But if I could live my life the last thing that I'd be
Is a intellectual in the music industry
No, if I could 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 my life again that'd be the thing to be
The man who plots the stumbling
In the of the likes of me!