Luyện nghe bài hát Sign of the Times

Intro: Native chants]

1: Immortal Technique]
Imagine the Word of God without groupies
Imagine a savior born in a hooptie
single mother in a modern manger
You'd him again like a fucking stranger
Tears of the anger are worth more diamonds or rubies
Imagine being locked up juvie
Imagine changing your life and still going out Tookie
Imagine niggas talking shit they never knew me
Imagine a movie that the pain in your life
Like them kids in Afghanistan chasing a
For most of the world that's it's like
Imagine if the woman you suppose to for the rest of your life
Is set to someone else at the end of the night
They say you fight the greatest jihad in your heart and mind
And fight the when you start from behind
So I dreamed the impossible all the
Fuck a Masonic designAmericas is mine
Repeat that to yourself cause if culture's a
Them numbers tatted on your arm aren't too far
They can only conquer you after they've your mind
So up motherfucker like the sign of the times
I feel my body weakening but my is fine
Ready to go to war with devils at the drop of a
And fight with my rebel army the stars are aligned

[Verse 2: Technique]
Nostradamus was a white man's
Who predicated European supremacist
Because the pilgrims and columns
Killed more innocent people Hitler and Stalin
I the fortune-tellers skipped an antichrist or two
Brother, this to the OG's doing life with you
And pray for the with the Pope psychology
So the Vatican offer an apology
For destroying the people's liberation
Snatching the spirit of Jesus from people in
Business decisions like keeping in prisons
But had the effect: incarcerating religion
That type of crooked imposed on a populous
Is obvious if you the Northwoods documents
the compliments for what I recorded
And live for revolution of always dying for it
a bullet can never stop me
My legions are led by the spirit Selassie, watch me
Even if I'm shot in the chakra I will
Doppler effect bumping out a helicopter
the Persians, "Dig up Zoroaster"
And tell them I came back as the son of the Ahura
Fish out the Philistine Dagon the shores of Gaza
And call Quetzalcoatl over La Raza
This is my message to the older
I'll sacrifice you all to the like the Romanovs
in the desert like the Hebrews of Israel
The blood clot tried to kill me like sickle-cell
But I survived and I'm alive to fight day
Cocooned in a coma, I can still hear my mother
Sister crying out to god, "Please let my stay!"
Walking towards the but something's pulling me the other way

Cornel West]
Immortal
up young brother
It is not your to die...