Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Was a Carpenter

Jesus was a carpenter and He 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 from people just these

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

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

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