Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Was a Carpenter

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

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

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

But would He stand today the sands of California
And walk the blacktop of New York and Mississippi?
He be a guest on Sunday, a vagrant on a Monday?
With the doors locked tight His kind you know

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

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