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 table enough to stand forever
And He might have spun His 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 like these

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

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

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

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

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