Luyện nghe bài hát Sign of the Times

Intro: Native American

[Verse 1: Technique]
Imagine the Word of God religious groupies
Imagine a savior in a Mexican hooptie
single mother in a modern manger
You'd him again like a fucking stranger
Tears of the anger are worth more diamonds or rubies
being locked up since juvie
Imagine changing your life and still going out Tookie
Imagine talking shit when they never knew me
Imagine a movie that depicted the pain in life
Like kids in Afghanistan chasing a kite
For most of the that's what it's like
if the woman you suppose to love for the rest of your life
Is set to marry someone at the end of the night
They say you fight the jihad in your heart and your mind
And fight the hardest you start from behind
So I dreamed the impossible all the
Fuck a Masonic designAmericas is mine
Repeat that to yourself if culture's a crime
Them numbers tatted on arm aren't too far behind
They can only conquer you after they've your mind
So up motherfucker like the sign of the times
I my body weakening but my spirit is fine
Ready to go to war with at the drop of a dime
And with my rebel army until the stars are aligned

2: Immortal Technique]
Nostradamus was a white man's
Who European supremacist logic
Because the pilgrims and columns
Killed more people than Hitler and Stalin
I the fortune-tellers skipped an antichrist or two
Brother, this to the OG's doing life with you
And pray for the 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 incarcerating religion
That type of crooked politics imposed on a
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 legions are led by the spirit Haile Selassie, me
Even if I'm shot in the I will prosper
Doppler effect bumping music out a
the Persians, "Dig up Zoroaster"
And tell them I came back as the son of the Ahura
Fish out the Philistine Dagon from the of Gaza
And call Quetzalcoatl flying La Raza
This is my to the older gods
I'll sacrifice you all to the like the Romanovs
Lost in the desert like the 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 hear my pray
crying out to god, "Please let my brother stay!"
Walking towards the light but something's me the other way

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