Luyện nghe bài hát On The Road to Jericho

I left jerusalem, week for jericho,
In the afternoon, the sun was low,
And the bushes shook, and out they came at me,
They were robbing half naked, while they beat me to toe,
And they left me on the to jericho.

Lying almost slain, and by the road,
Crying out in pain for a soul,
First a priest, and of my kind,
Well they were men I could have trusted, but they left me and blind,
They were on the road to jericho.

Through the and tears, I saw a worried face,
He was from samaria, my people his race,
He bandaged up my and laid me on his horse,
Although my memory is cloudy, I can feel his friendly flow,
Such a man on the road to jericho.
When I later the innkeeper the man's name he did not know,
a neighbor on the road to jericho.