Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Was a Carpenter

Jesus was a carpenter and He worked a saw and a hammer
And His hands could a table true enough to stand forever
And He might 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 from people just like these

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

It was on a storming Sunday He rode to old Jerusalem
And the they cast before Him
Were like the crimes they laid Him
It was on a storming Friday when He the streets to Calvary
And where He died why they're selling beads and postcards
And they us too that that was long ago

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

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

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