Luyện nghe bài hát My Jesus

Which do you follow?
Which do you serve?
If says to imitate Christ
Why do you look so much like the

my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and
He loved the and accosted the arrogant
So which one do you to be?

Blessed are the poor in
Or do we pray to be with the wealth of this land?
Blessed are that hunger and thirst for righteousness
Or do we ache for taste of this world of shifting sand?

'Cause my Jesus bled and died for my
He spent His time thieves and sluts and liars
He loved the and accosted the rich
So one do you want to be?

And who is this you follow
This picture of the American
If Jesus was here would you right by on the other side
Or fall down and worship at His holy feet? Holy,

Pretty blue and curly brown hair and a clear complexion
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your
But the Word He was battered and scarred
Or did you that part?
Sometimes I doubt we'd Him

'Cause my bled and died
He spent His time thieves and the least of these
He the poor and accosted the comfortable
So one do you want to be?

'Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my
The blood and dirt on His feet might stain the
But He reaches for the hurting and despises the
And I think He'd prefer Beale St. to the stained crowd
And I that He can hear me if I cry out loud

I wanna be like my
I be like my Jesus

I wanna be like my Jesus,
I wanna be like my

Not a poster child for prosperity, but like my Jesus
You see I'm tired of living for and popularity
I wanna be like my Jesus but I'm not sure what means
To be like You

You said to live like You, love like You
But You died for me
Can I be like You,
I be like You, Jesus
I wanna be my Jesus