Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Was a Carpenter

Jesus was a carpenter and He worked a saw and a hammer
And His hands could join a table true enough to forever
And He might spun His life out in the coolness of the morning
But He put aside His and He walked the burning highways
And He built His house people just like these

And He them as they wandered through the wild Judean mountains
And He found them as they pulled their nets upon the Sea of
And for a evenings while the day behind Him emptied
He put aside His tools and stopped to the dying
And He built His house people just like these

It was on a storming when He rode to old Jerusalem
And the palms cast before Him
Were like the they laid against Him
It was on a storming Friday when He the streets to Calvary
And where He today why they're selling beads and postcards
And they tell us too that was long ago

But He stand today upon the sands of California
And walk the sweating blacktop of New York and
Would He be a on Sunday, a vagrant on a Monday?
With the doors locked tight against His kind you

Oh, come again now be a carpenter among us
There are in our discontent, cathedrals to our sorrows
And we dwell in golden mansions with the sand for our
And the raging water's and the thunder's all around us
Won't You come and build a house on again

Jesus was a carpenter and He worked with a saw and a
And His hands could form a table true enough to stand