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
Persecuted single in a modern manger
You'd crucify him again like a fucking
Tears of the anger are more than diamonds or rubies
Imagine being locked up juvie
Imagine your life and still going out like Tookie
Imagine talking shit when they never knew me
Imagine a movie that the pain in your life
them kids in Afghanistan chasing a kite
For most of the world what it's like
Imagine if the woman you suppose to love for the rest of your
Is set to marry someone at the end of the night
They say you fight the greatest jihad in heart and your mind
And fight the hardest you start from behind
So I the impossible all the time
Fuck a Masonic future is mine
Repeat that to yourself cause if culture's a
Them numbers tatted on your arm aren't too far
They can conquer you after they've murdered your mind
So rise up motherfucker the sign of the times
I feel my weakening but my spirit is fine
Ready to go to war with at the drop of a dime
And fight with my rebel army the stars are aligned

[Verse 2: Immortal
Nostradamus was a white prophet
Who European supremacist logic
Because the pilgrims and Conquistador
Killed more innocent people than and Stalin
I the fortune-tellers skipped an antichrist or two
Brother, give this to the OG's life with you
And for the problems with the Pope psychology
So the Vatican will an apology
For destroying the people's theology
Snatching the spirit of Jesus from in poverty
Business decisions keeping people in prisons
But had the effect: incarcerating religion
type of crooked politics imposed on a populous
Is obvious if you read the documents
the compliments for what I recorded
And live for revolution of always dying for it
Remember a bullet can never me
My legions are led by the Haile Selassie, watch me
Even if I'm shot in the chakra I prosper
Doppler bumping music out a helicopter
the Persians, "Dig up Zoroaster"
And tell them I 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 you all to the Revolution like the Romanovs
Lost in the desert like the of Israel
The blood clot tried to kill me like sickle-cell
But I survived and I'm to fight another day
Cocooned in a coma, I can hear my mother pray
crying out to god, "Please let my brother stay!"
Walking towards the but something's pulling me the other way

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