Luyện nghe bài hát High on Jesus

Walking down Division street, I on to meet
A stranger a package in his hand
He said, Mister, if you follow me, colors you will see
Ill your head into the promised land

Friend, I dont need your
My Jesus is
You see them colors
Why cant you see the

Lets get on Jesus, high on Jesus
I that He was here in town
high on Jesus, high on Jesus
Im so high, Im never coming

One man buys a nickel sack, another buys a
They both think they drive their cares away
But neither thinks to a hand to help his struggling fellow man
Theyd better buy their tickets now for day

Oh friend, try to score
For and not for war
For and not for hate
Before it too late

Lets get high on Jesus, on Jesus
Aint you heard the Nashville sound ?
Flying high on Jesus, on Jesus
I my friend, the Lord still gets around

An angry mob confronted me by the
Down with this and down with they cried
A bottle in his hand
A haired youth screamed, Come on, man
The conscience of America has

Friend, I dont get my
Starting fires and bricks
I pray someday you
The reason Im

So high on Jesus, high on
They tried to put His body
Flashing on Jesus, high on Jesus
But friend, you just cant keep the man down

Oh, lets get high on Jesus, on Jesus
tried to put His body underground
Flashing high on Jesus, high on
But friend, you just cant keep the good man