Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Was a Carpenter

Jesus was a carpenter and He 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 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 evenings while the day behind Him emptied
He put aside His tools and stopped to the dying
And He built His from people just like these

It was on a storming when He rode to old Jerusalem
And the they cast before Him
Were like the they laid against 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 tell us too that that was long ago

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

Oh, come again now Jesus be a among us
are chapels in our discontent, cathedrals to our sorrows
And we dwell in golden with the sand for our foundations
And the raging water's rising and the all around us
Won't You come and build a 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 stand