Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Was a Carpenter

Jesus was a carpenter and He worked a saw and a hammer
And His could join a table true enough to stand forever
And He have spun 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 wandered through the wild Judean mountains
And He found them as they their nets upon the Sea of Galilee
And for a evenings while the day behind Him emptied
He put His tools and stopped to touch the dying
And He built His from people just like these

It was on a storming when He rode to old Jerusalem
And the palms they before Him
Were like the crimes laid against Him
It was on a storming when He climbed the streets to Calvary
And where He died today why selling beads and postcards
And they tell us too that was long ago

But would He stand today the sands of California
And walk the blacktop of New York and Mississippi?
Would He be a guest on Sunday, a on a Monday?
With the doors 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 with the sand for our
And the raging water's rising and the all around us
You come and build a house on rock again

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