Luyện nghe bài hát Sign of the Times

Intro: American chants]

[Verse 1: Technique]
the Word of God without religious groupies
Imagine a savior born in a hooptie
single mother 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 changing your life and still going out like
Imagine talking 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 what like
Imagine if the woman you suppose to love for the rest of life
Is set to someone else 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 dreamed the all the time
a Masonic designAmericas future is mine
Repeat to yourself cause if culture's a crime
Them numbers 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 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

[Verse 2: Immortal
Nostradamus was a man's prophet
Who predicated supremacist logic
Because the pilgrims and columns
Killed more innocent people than Hitler and
I guess the fortune-tellers skipped an or two
Brother, this to the OG's doing life with you
And pray for the problems the Pope psychology
So the Vatican offer an apology
For destroying the people's theology
Snatching the spirit of Jesus from people in
Business decisions keeping people in prisons
But had the opposite effect: religion
That type of crooked imposed on a populous
Is obvious if you read the documents
Forget the compliments for I recorded
And live for revolution instead of always for it
Remember a bullet can stop me
My legions are led by the spirit Haile Selassie, me
Even if I'm in the chakra I will prosper
Doppler effect bumping music out a
the Persians, "Dig up Zoroaster"
And tell them I came as the son of the Ahura Mazda
Fish out the Philistine Dagon the shores of Gaza
And call Quetzalcoatl flying La Raza
is my message to the older gods
I'll sacrifice you all to the Revolution the Romanovs
Lost in the desert like the of Israel
The blood system tried to kill me like sickle-cell
But I survived and I'm alive to fight day
Cocooned in a coma, I can still my mother pray
crying out to god, "Please let my brother stay!"
Walking towards the light but something's pulling me the way

Cornel West]
Immortal
up young brother
It is not time to die...