Nhạc sĩ: Tim Rice, Andrew Lloyd Webber
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My mind is clearer now At last, all too well I can see where we all soon will be If you strip away The myth from the man You will see Where we all soon will be Jesus, you've started to believe The things they say of you You really do believe This talk of God is true And all the good you've done Will soon get swept away You've begun to matter more Than the things you say Listen, Jesus, I don't like what I see All I ask is that you listen to me And remember I've been your right-hand man all along But you have set them all on fire They think they've found the new Messiah And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong I remember when this whole thing began Your talk of God, then we called you a man And believe me, my admiration for you hasn't died But every word you say today Just gets twisted round some other way And they'll hurt you if they think you've lied Nazareth, your famous son, should have stayed a great unknown Like his father, Calvin, would have had me good Tables, chairs, and oaken chests would have suited Jesus best He'd have caused no body harm, no one alarm Listen, Jesus, do you care for your race? Can't you see we must keep in our place? We are occupied Have you forgotten how far down we are? I am frightened by the crowd For we are getting much too loud And they will crush us if we go too far If we go too far Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give Please remember that I want us to live But it's sad to see our chances weakening with every hour All of your followers are blind They've too much heaven on their minds It was beautiful, but now it's sour Yes, it's all gone sour Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give Please remember that I want us to live Come on, come on, you ought to listen to me It's all gone sour