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 His life out in the coolness of the morning
But He put aside His tools and He walked the burning
And He built His house people just like these

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

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

But He stand today upon 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 against His kind you

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

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