Luyện nghe bài hát Sign of the Times

Intro: American chants]

[Verse 1: Technique]
Imagine the Word of God without groupies
Imagine a born in a Mexican hooptie
Persecuted mother in a modern manger
You'd crucify him again a fucking stranger
Tears of the anger are worth than diamonds or rubies
Imagine being locked up since
Imagine changing your life and still going out Tookie
Imagine talking shit when they never knew me
Imagine a movie that the pain in your life
them kids in Afghanistan chasing a kite
For most of the that's what it's like
Imagine if the woman you suppose to love for the rest of your
Is set to marry someone else at the end of the
They say you fight the greatest jihad in your heart and your
And fight the hardest when you start behind
So I dreamed the all the time
a Masonic designAmericas future is mine
Repeat that to yourself if culture's a crime
Them numbers tatted on arm aren't too far behind
They can only conquer you they've murdered your mind
So up motherfucker like the sign of the times
I feel my body weakening but my is fine
Ready to go to war devils at the drop of a dime
And fight my rebel army until the stars are aligned

[Verse 2: Immortal
Nostradamus was a man's prophet
Who predicated European logic
Because the pilgrims and Conquistador
Killed more innocent people 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 the Pope psychology
So the Vatican will an apology
For destroying the people's liberation
Snatching the spirit of Jesus from in poverty
Business decisions like keeping in prisons
But had the opposite incarcerating religion
That type of politics imposed on a populous
Is obvious if you the Northwoods documents
Forget the compliments for what I
And live for revolution of always dying for it
Remember a can never stop me
My legions are led by the spirit Haile Selassie, me
Even if I'm shot in the chakra I prosper
Doppler effect bumping music out a
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 La Raza
This is my message to the older
sacrifice you all to the Revolution like the Romanovs
Lost in the like the Hebrews of Israel
The blood clot system tried to kill me like
But I survived and I'm alive to another day
Cocooned in a coma, I can still hear my pray
Sister out to god, "Please let my brother stay!"
Walking towards the but something's pulling me the other way

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