Luyện nghe bài hát Sign of the Times

Intro: Native American

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

[Verse 2: Technique]
Nostradamus was a man's prophet
Who predicated European logic
the pilgrims and Conquistador columns
Killed more innocent people than and Stalin
I guess the skipped an antichrist or two
Brother, give this to the OG's doing life you
And for the problems with the Pope psychology
So the Vatican offer an apology
For destroying the people's theology
the spirit of Jesus from people in poverty
Business decisions keeping people in prisons
But had the effect: incarcerating religion
That type of crooked politics on a populous
Is if you read the Northwoods documents
the compliments for what I recorded
And live for instead of always dying for it
Remember a bullet can stop me
My are led by the spirit Haile Selassie, watch 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 back as the son of the Ahura
Fish out the Philistine from the shores of Gaza
And call Quetzalcoatl flying over La
This is my message to the gods
I'll sacrifice you all to the Revolution the Romanovs
Lost in the desert like the of Israel
The blood clot system to kill me like sickle-cell
But I survived and I'm alive to fight day
Cocooned in a coma, I can still hear my mother
crying 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 time to die...