Luyện nghe bài hát Sign of the Times

Intro: American chants]

1: Immortal Technique]
Imagine the Word of God without religious
a savior born in a Mexican hooptie
Persecuted mother in a modern manger
You'd crucify him again a fucking stranger
of the anger are worth more than diamonds or rubies
Imagine being locked up juvie
Imagine changing your and still going out like Tookie
Imagine niggas talking shit they never knew me
Imagine a movie that depicted the in your life
them kids in Afghanistan chasing 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 someone else at the end of the
say you fight the greatest jihad in your heart and your mind
And fight the hardest you start from behind
So I the impossible all the time
Fuck a Masonic designAmericas future is
Repeat that to yourself if culture's a crime
numbers tatted on your arm aren't too far behind
They can only conquer you after they've your mind
So rise up motherfucker like the 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 until the are aligned

2: Immortal Technique]
Nostradamus was a white prophet
Who predicated supremacist logic
Because the pilgrims and Conquistador
Killed more innocent people than and Stalin
I guess the skipped an antichrist or two
Brother, this to the OG's doing life with you
And pray for the problems with the psychology
So the Vatican will offer an
For destroying the liberation theology
Snatching the spirit of Jesus from people in
Business like keeping people in prisons
But had the effect: incarcerating religion
That type of crooked politics on a populous
Is obvious if you read the Northwoods
Forget the for what I recorded
And live for instead of always dying for it
Remember a bullet can stop me
My legions are led by the spirit Selassie, watch me
if I'm shot in the chakra I will prosper
Doppler effect bumping out a helicopter
the Persians, "Dig up Zoroaster"
And tell them I back as the son of the Ahura Mazda
Fish out the Philistine Dagon from the shores of
And call flying over La Raza
This is my message to the gods
sacrifice you all to the Revolution like the Romanovs
Lost in the desert the Hebrews of Israel
The blood system tried to kill me like sickle-cell
But I and I'm alive to fight another day
Cocooned in a coma, I can still hear my mother
crying out to god, "Please let my brother stay!"
Walking towards the light but something's pulling me the way

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