Luyện nghe bài hát Sign of the Times

Intro: American chants]

[Verse 1: Technique]
Imagine the Word of God without religious
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 than diamonds or rubies
Imagine being up since juvie
Imagine changing life and still going out like Tookie
Imagine niggas shit when they never knew me
Imagine a movie that depicted the pain in your
Like them kids in Afghanistan a kite
For most of the world that's it's like
if the woman you suppose to love for the rest of your life
Is set to someone else at the end of the night
They say you fight the greatest jihad in your heart and mind
And the hardest when you start from behind
So I dreamed the all the time
Fuck a Masonic designAmericas is mine
Repeat to yourself cause if culture's a crime
Them numbers tatted on arm aren't too far behind
They can only conquer you after they've murdered your
So rise up like the sign of the times
I feel my weakening but my spirit is fine
Ready to go to war with devils at the drop of a
And with my rebel army until the stars are aligned

2: Immortal Technique]
Nostradamus was a white prophet
Who predicated supremacist logic
Because the and Conquistador columns
more innocent people than Hitler and Stalin
I guess the fortune-tellers skipped an or two
Brother, give this to the OG's life with you
And pray for the problems with the psychology
So the Vatican will an apology
For destroying the people's theology
the spirit of Jesus from people in poverty
Business decisions like people in prisons
But had the opposite incarcerating religion
That of crooked politics imposed on a populous
Is if you read the Northwoods documents
Forget the for what I recorded
And for revolution instead of always dying for it
Remember a bullet can never me
My legions are led by the Haile 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 came back as the son of the Mazda
Fish out the Philistine from the shores of Gaza
And call flying over La Raza
This is my message to the older
I'll sacrifice you all to the like the Romanovs
in the desert like the Hebrews of Israel
The blood clot 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 but something's pulling me the other way

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