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 beat me head to toe,
And they me on the road to jericho.

Lying 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 have trusted, but they left me deaf and blind,
They were strangers on the to jericho.

Through the and tears, I saw a worried face,
He was from samaria, my people his race,
He bandaged up my wounds and 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 asked the the man's name he did not know,
a neighbor on the road to jericho.