Luyện nghe bài hát Sign of the Times

Intro: Native American

[Verse 1: Technique]
the Word of God without religious groupies
Imagine a savior in a Mexican hooptie
single mother in a modern manger
You'd crucify him again like a fucking
Tears of the anger are worth than diamonds or rubies
Imagine being up since juvie
Imagine changing your life and still out like Tookie
Imagine niggas talking when they never knew me
Imagine a that depicted the pain in your life
them kids in Afghanistan chasing a kite
For most of the that's what it's like
Imagine if the woman you suppose to love for the of your life
Is set to someone else at the end of the night
They say you the greatest jihad in your heart and your mind
And fight the hardest when you start from
So I dreamed the impossible all the
Fuck a Masonic designAmericas future is
Repeat to yourself cause if culture's a crime
Them tatted on your arm aren't too far behind
They can only conquer you after murdered 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 devils at the of a dime
And fight with my army until the stars are aligned

[Verse 2: Technique]
Nostradamus was a man's prophet
Who predicated supremacist logic
Because the pilgrims and Conquistador
Killed more innocent people Hitler and Stalin
I guess the fortune-tellers skipped an or two
Brother, give this to the OG's doing with you
And pray for the problems with the Pope
So the will offer an apology
For destroying the people's liberation
Snatching the spirit of from people in poverty
Business decisions like keeping people in
But had the opposite effect: religion
type of crooked politics imposed on a populous
Is obvious if you the Northwoods documents
the compliments for what I recorded
And live for revolution instead of dying for it
Remember a bullet can never me
My are led by the spirit Haile Selassie, watch me
Even if I'm shot in the chakra I will
Doppler bumping music out a helicopter
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 flying over La Raza
This is my to the older gods
I'll sacrifice you all to the Revolution like the
Lost in the desert like the of Israel
The blood clot system tried to kill me sickle-cell
But I and I'm alive 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 pulling me the other way

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