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 might have His life out in the coolness of the morning
But He put His tools and He walked the burning highways
And He His house from people just like these

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

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

But would He stand today upon the of California
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 again now Jesus be a carpenter us
There are chapels in our discontent, to our sorrows
And we dwell in mansions with the sand for our foundations
And the raging rising and the thunder's all around us
Won't You come and build a on rock again

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