Luyện nghe bài hát Sign of the Times

Intro: Native American

[Verse 1: Immortal
Imagine the Word of God without religious
Imagine a savior born in a Mexican
Persecuted mother in a modern manger
You'd crucify him again like a fucking
Tears of the anger are worth more than or rubies
Imagine locked up since juvie
changing your life and still going out like Tookie
Imagine niggas talking shit when they never me
a movie that depicted the pain in your life
Like them in Afghanistan chasing a kite
For most of the world that's what it's
Imagine if the woman you suppose to love for the rest of your
Is set to marry else at the end of the night
They say you fight the greatest jihad in heart and your mind
And fight the hardest when you start behind
So I dreamed the all the time
Fuck a Masonic future is mine
Repeat that to yourself cause if culture's a
Them numbers tatted on arm aren't too far behind
They can only conquer you they've murdered your mind
So rise up motherfucker like the sign of the
I feel my body weakening but my spirit is
Ready to go to war with devils at the drop of a
And fight with my rebel army until the are aligned

[Verse 2: Technique]
was a white man's prophet
Who predicated European supremacist
Because the pilgrims and Conquistador
Killed more innocent people than Hitler and
I guess the fortune-tellers skipped an or two
Brother, give this to the OG's doing life you
And for the problems with the Pope psychology
So the Vatican will an apology
For destroying the people's liberation
the spirit of Jesus from people in poverty
Business decisions like people in prisons
But had the opposite effect: incarcerating
type of crooked politics imposed on a populous
Is obvious if you read the Northwoods
Forget the compliments for what I
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 I will prosper
effect bumping music out a helicopter
the Persians, "Dig up Zoroaster"
And tell them I came as the son of the Ahura Mazda
Fish out the Philistine Dagon from the of Gaza
And call flying over La Raza
is my message to the older gods
I'll sacrifice you all to the like the Romanovs
Lost in the desert like the of Israel
The blood clot system tried to me like sickle-cell
But I survived and I'm alive to fight day
in a coma, I can still hear my mother pray
Sister out to god, "Please let my brother stay!"
Walking the light but something's pulling me the other way

[Outro: Cornel
Technique
Rise up young
It is not time to die...