Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Was a Carpenter

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

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

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

But would He stand today upon the sands of
And the sweating blacktop of New York and Mississippi?
Would He be a guest on Sunday, a on a Monday?
With the doors locked against His kind you know

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

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