Luyện nghe bài hát Sign of the Times

Intro: American chants]

[Verse 1: Immortal
Imagine the Word of God religious groupies
Imagine a savior born in a Mexican
single mother in a modern manger
You'd crucify him again a fucking stranger
Tears of the anger are more than diamonds or rubies
being locked up since juvie
Imagine changing life and still going out like Tookie
Imagine niggas talking shit when they never me
Imagine a movie depicted the pain in your life
Like kids in Afghanistan chasing a kite
For most of the world that's it's like
Imagine if the woman you suppose to for the rest of your life
Is set to marry someone else at the end of the
say you fight the greatest jihad in your heart and your mind
And fight the when you start from behind
So I dreamed the all the time
a Masonic designAmericas 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 like the sign of the
I my body weakening but my spirit is fine
Ready to go to war with at the drop of a dime
And fight my rebel army until the stars are aligned

[Verse 2: Technique]
Nostradamus was a man's prophet
Who predicated supremacist logic
Because the pilgrims and columns
Killed more innocent than Hitler and Stalin
I the fortune-tellers skipped an antichrist or two
Brother, give to the OG's doing life with you
And pray for the problems with the 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
type of crooked politics imposed on a populous
Is obvious if you read the Northwoods
the compliments for what I recorded
And live for instead 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 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 Dagon from the shores of
And call Quetzalcoatl flying La Raza
This is my to the older gods
I'll sacrifice you all to the like the Romanovs
in the desert like the Hebrews of Israel
The blood system tried to kill me like sickle-cell
But I survived and I'm alive to another day
Cocooned in a coma, I can still hear my pray
Sister crying out to god, "Please let my stay!"
Walking the light but something's pulling me the other way

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