Luyện nghe bài hát Sign of the Times

Intro: Native chants]

[Verse 1: Technique]
Imagine the of God without religious groupies
Imagine a savior born in a hooptie
Persecuted single in a modern manger
You'd crucify him again a fucking stranger
of the anger are worth more than diamonds or rubies
Imagine being up since juvie
Imagine your life and still going out like Tookie
Imagine talking shit when they never knew me
Imagine a movie that depicted the pain in life
Like them in Afghanistan chasing a kite
For most of the world that's it's like
Imagine if the woman you suppose to love for the 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 your
And fight the hardest when you from behind
So I dreamed the all the time
Fuck a Masonic designAmericas is mine
that to yourself cause if culture's a crime
Them numbers tatted on your arm too far behind
They can only conquer you after they've murdered mind
So rise up motherfucker the sign of the times
I feel my body weakening but my spirit is
to go to war with devils at the drop of a dime
And fight with my rebel army the stars are aligned

2: Immortal Technique]
Nostradamus was a white man's
Who European supremacist logic
Because the pilgrims and columns
Killed more innocent than Hitler and Stalin
I guess the skipped an antichrist or two
Brother, give to the OG's doing life with you
And pray for the problems the Pope psychology
So the Vatican will offer an
For destroying the people's theology
Snatching the spirit of Jesus from in poverty
Business decisions like keeping people in
But had the opposite incarcerating religion
That type of crooked imposed on a populous
Is if you read the Northwoods documents
Forget the for what I recorded
And for revolution instead of always dying for it
Remember a bullet can stop me
My legions are led by the Haile Selassie, watch me
Even if I'm in the chakra I will prosper
effect bumping music out a helicopter
the Persians, "Dig up Zoroaster"
And them I came back as the son of the Ahura Mazda
Fish out the Philistine Dagon the shores of Gaza
And call Quetzalcoatl flying over La
This is my to the older gods
I'll sacrifice you all to the Revolution the Romanovs
Lost in the desert like the Hebrews of
The blood clot system tried to kill me sickle-cell
But I and I'm alive to fight another day
Cocooned in a coma, I can still my mother pray
Sister out to god, "Please let my brother stay!"
Walking towards the light but pulling me the other way

[Outro: Cornel
Technique
Rise up brother
It is not your to die...