Luyện nghe bài hát On The Road to Jericho

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

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

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