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 table true enough to forever
And He have 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 from just like these

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

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

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

Oh, come again now Jesus be a carpenter us
There are chapels in our discontent, to our sorrows
And we dwell in golden with the sand for our foundations
And the raging water's and the thunder's all around 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 could form a table true enough to stand forever