Luyện nghe bài hát Sign of the Times

Intro: Native chants]

[Verse 1: Immortal
Imagine the of God without religious groupies
Imagine a savior born in a hooptie
Persecuted single in a modern manger
crucify him again like a fucking stranger
Tears of the anger are worth than diamonds or rubies
Imagine being up since juvie
changing your life and still going out like Tookie
Imagine niggas talking shit when they never me
Imagine a movie that depicted the pain in your
Like kids in Afghanistan chasing a kite
For most of the world that's what like
Imagine if the woman you to love for the rest of your life
Is set to marry someone else at the end of the
They say you fight the greatest jihad in heart and your mind
And fight the hardest when you start behind
So I dreamed the impossible all the
a Masonic designAmericas future is mine
Repeat to yourself cause if culture's a crime
Them tatted on your arm aren't too far behind
They can only you after 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 at the drop of a dime
And fight with my rebel until the stars are aligned

[Verse 2: Immortal
Nostradamus was a white prophet
Who predicated European supremacist
Because the and Conquistador 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 for the problems with the Pope psychology
So the will offer an apology
For destroying the people's liberation
the spirit of Jesus from people in poverty
Business decisions keeping people in prisons
But had the opposite effect: incarcerating
That type of crooked imposed on a populous
Is obvious if you read the documents
Forget the compliments for 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 in the chakra I will prosper
Doppler effect music out a helicopter
the Persians, "Dig up Zoroaster"
And tell I came back as the son of the Ahura Mazda
Fish out the Philistine from 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 the Hebrews of Israel
The clot system tried 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
Sister crying out to god, "Please let my stay!"
Walking towards the light but something's pulling me the way

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