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 true enough to stand forever
And He might have spun His out in the coolness of the morning
But He put aside His tools and He the burning highways
And He built His house people just like these

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

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

But would He today 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 carpenter us
There are chapels in our discontent, cathedrals to our
And we dwell in golden mansions the sand for our foundations
And the raging water's rising and the thunder's all us
Won't You come and build a on rock again

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