Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Was a Carpenter

Jesus was a and He worked with a saw and a hammer
And His hands could a table true enough to stand 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 people just like

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 evenings while the day behind Him emptied
He put aside His tools and stopped to touch the
And He built His house people just like these

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

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

Oh, come again now Jesus be a carpenter us
There are chapels in our discontent, to our sorrows
And we in golden mansions with the sand for our foundations
And the raging rising and the thunder's all around us
You come and build a house on rock again

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