Luyện nghe bài hát Sign of the Times

Intro: American chants]

1: Immortal Technique]
Imagine the Word of God without religious
Imagine a born in a Mexican hooptie
Persecuted mother in a modern manger
You'd him again like a fucking stranger
Tears of the anger are more than diamonds or rubies
Imagine being up since juvie
Imagine your life and still going out like Tookie
Imagine niggas talking when they never knew me
Imagine a that depicted the pain in your life
Like them kids in chasing a kite
For most of the world that's what it's
Imagine if the woman you suppose to love for the rest of life
Is set to marry someone at the end of the night
They say you the greatest jihad in your heart and your mind
And fight the hardest when you from behind
So I the impossible all the time
Fuck a Masonic designAmericas is mine
Repeat that to yourself cause if culture's a
numbers tatted on your arm aren't too far behind
They can conquer you after they've 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 at the drop of a dime
And fight with my army until the stars are aligned

[Verse 2: Technique]
Nostradamus was a white man's
Who predicated European supremacist
Because the and Conquistador columns
Killed more innocent people than Hitler and
I the fortune-tellers skipped an antichrist or two
Brother, give this to the OG's life with you
And pray for the problems the Pope psychology
So the will offer an apology
For destroying the liberation theology
Snatching the spirit of from people in poverty
Business decisions like keeping people in
But had the opposite effect: religion
That of crooked politics imposed on a populous
Is obvious if you read the Northwoods
Forget the for what I recorded
And live for instead of always dying for it
Remember a bullet can never me
My are led by the spirit Haile Selassie, watch me
if I'm shot in the chakra I will prosper
Doppler effect music out a helicopter
the Persians, "Dig up Zoroaster"
And tell them I came back as the son of the Ahura
Fish out the Philistine Dagon the shores of Gaza
And call Quetzalcoatl over La Raza
This is my to the older gods
I'll sacrifice you all to the like the Romanovs
Lost in the desert the Hebrews of Israel
The blood clot tried to kill me like sickle-cell
But I survived and I'm alive to another day
in a coma, I can still hear my mother pray
Sister crying out to god, "Please let my stay!"
towards the light but something's pulling me the other way

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