Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Was a Carpenter

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

And He found them as wandered through the wild Judean mountains
And He found them as they pulled their nets upon the Sea of
And for a thousand evenings while the day behind Him
He put aside His tools and stopped to 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 cast before Him
Were like the crimes laid against Him
It was on a storming Friday He climbed the streets to Calvary
And where He died why they're selling beads and postcards
And they tell us too that was long ago

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

Oh, come now Jesus be a carpenter among us
are chapels in our discontent, cathedrals to our sorrows
And we dwell in golden mansions with the sand for our
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 form a table true enough to stand forever