Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Was a Carpenter

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

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

It was on a storming Sunday when He to old Jerusalem
And the palms they cast Him
Were like the they laid against Him
It was on a storming Friday when He the streets to Calvary
And where He died today why they're selling beads and
And tell us too that 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 guest on Sunday, a vagrant on a
With the doors locked against His kind you know

Oh, come now Jesus be a carpenter among us
There are chapels in our discontent, to our sorrows
And we dwell in golden mansions the sand for our foundations
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 a saw and a hammer
And His hands could form a table true enough to forever