Luyện nghe bài hát Sign of the Times

Intro: Native chants]

[Verse 1: Immortal
the Word of God without religious groupies
Imagine a savior born in a Mexican
Persecuted single mother in a modern
You'd crucify him again a fucking stranger
Tears of the anger are worth than diamonds or rubies
being locked up since juvie
Imagine changing life and still going out like Tookie
Imagine niggas talking when they never knew me
Imagine a movie that depicted the pain in your
Like them kids in Afghanistan a kite
For of the world that's what it's like
if the woman you suppose to love for the rest of your life
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 when you start from behind
So I the impossible all the time
Fuck a Masonic designAmericas is mine
Repeat that to cause if culture's a crime
Them numbers on your arm aren't too far behind
They can conquer you after they've murdered your mind
So rise up like the sign of the times
I feel my weakening but my spirit is fine
Ready to go to war with devils at the drop of a
And fight with my rebel until the stars are aligned

[Verse 2: Technique]
was a white man's prophet
Who predicated European supremacist
Because the pilgrims and columns
Killed more innocent people than and Stalin
I guess the fortune-tellers skipped an or two
Brother, give this to the OG's doing life you
And pray for the with the Pope psychology
So the Vatican will offer an
For destroying the people's liberation
Snatching the of Jesus from people in poverty
Business decisions keeping people in prisons
But had the opposite effect: incarcerating
That type of politics imposed on a populous
Is obvious if you the Northwoods documents
Forget the for what I recorded
And live for revolution of always dying for it
a bullet can never stop me
My are led by the spirit Haile Selassie, watch me
Even if I'm shot in the chakra I prosper
Doppler effect bumping 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 shores of
And call Quetzalcoatl over La Raza
is my message to the older gods
I'll you all to the Revolution like the Romanovs
Lost in the desert like the Hebrews of
The blood clot system to kill me like sickle-cell
But I survived and I'm to fight another day
Cocooned in a coma, I can still my mother pray
crying out to god, "Please let my brother stay!"
Walking towards the light but something's pulling me the way

[Outro: Cornel
Immortal
up young brother
It is not time to die...