Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Was a Carpenter

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

And He found them as wandered 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 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 cast before Him
Were the crimes they laid against Him
It was on a storming Friday when He climbed the to Calvary
And where He died today why they're selling beads and
And they us too that that was long ago

But would He today upon the sands of California
And walk the sweating blacktop of New and Mississippi?
He be a guest on Sunday, a vagrant on a Monday?
With the doors tight against His kind you know

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

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