Luyện nghe bài hát Sign of the Times

Intro: American chants]

[Verse 1: Technique]
Imagine the Word of God without religious
Imagine a born in a Mexican hooptie
Persecuted mother in a modern manger
crucify him again like a fucking stranger
Tears of the anger are worth more diamonds or rubies
Imagine being locked up 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 them kids in Afghanistan a kite
For most of the world what 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
They say you fight the greatest jihad in heart and your mind
And fight the when you start from behind
So I the impossible all the time
Fuck a Masonic designAmericas is mine
that 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 rise up motherfucker like the of the times
I feel my body weakening but my is fine
Ready to go to war with devils at the drop of a
And fight with my rebel army the stars are aligned

[Verse 2: Immortal
was a white man's prophet
Who predicated supremacist logic
Because the pilgrims and Conquistador
more innocent people than 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 Vatican will offer an
For destroying the people's liberation
Snatching the spirit of from people in poverty
Business decisions like keeping in prisons
But had the opposite incarcerating religion
type of crooked politics imposed on a populous
Is obvious if you the Northwoods documents
the compliments for what I recorded
And for revolution instead of always dying for it
Remember a can never stop me
My legions are led by the Haile Selassie, watch me
Even if I'm shot in the chakra I prosper
Doppler effect bumping out a helicopter
the Persians, "Dig up Zoroaster"
And tell them I came back as the son of the Ahura
Fish out the Philistine from the shores of Gaza
And call Quetzalcoatl flying over La
is my message to the older gods
I'll you all to the Revolution like the Romanovs
Lost in the desert like the of Israel
The blood system 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 pray
Sister out to god, "Please let my brother stay!"
Walking towards the light but something's me the other way

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