Luyện nghe bài hát John Roland Wood

Go tell the sheriff, John Roland Wood's Jesus
Now he's living at the of the cross
He testified on the main drag evening
Said he's gonna the gospel to the lost

The meanest sinner to ever and breathe
he's been clean and sober for a week
He said his soul is not troubled
He hocked his gun and the money to the Lord

Go the sheriff, John Roland Wood's found Jesus
At a tent revival right of town
Oh, what a friend this has in Jesus
If you look at what John Roland has tore

Before the touched his soul
He kept the streets signs of bullet holes
Back when he was raising hell
You he was coming by the blue lights on his tail, look out

Go tell the sheriff, John Roland Wood's Jesus
Now that water must be full of wine
Let not weary heart be troubled
Turn your and your children back outside

What will we do on nights
John Roland shootin' out the lights
Carry ol' jukebox away
He traded B-9 for 'Amazing

Go tell the sheriff, John Roland Wood's found
Now he is at
I said living at the foot of
living at the foot of the cross, oh yeah