Luyện nghe bài hát I Was a Maoist Intellectual

I always knew that I could seize the imagination
And show the possibilities for
I saw a in decay, but also a solution: Permanent cultural revolution
Whenever I played my protest songs the press me
Rolled out the red carpet, the Red Sea
But the petite bourgeois philistines stayed
They preferred their 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 people how they and told them it was bad
Showed the insanity inside the bureaucrat
And the and stereotypes that were my stock in trade
Toppled all the towers that privilege had made
Though I tried to change your mind I never tried patience
All I tried to do was to point out your
But the powers that be this to be a personal insult
And to help me build my personality cult

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

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

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

I a hotel doorman, I stood there on the doormat
Clutching my forgotten discs in their forgotten
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 ideology the day I lost my
I never found a for my little red books
When I died the energy released by my
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 could my life again I think 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!