Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Was a Carpenter

Jesus was a and He worked with a saw and a hammer
And His hands could join a table true to stand forever
And He might have spun His life out in the coolness of the
But He put His tools and He walked the burning highways
And He built His house from just like these

And He found them as wandered through the wild Judean mountains
And He found them as they pulled their nets upon the Sea of
And for a thousand evenings while the day behind Him
He put aside His 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 they cast Him
Were the crimes they laid against Him
It was on a storming Friday when He climbed the to Calvary
And where He died today why they're selling and postcards
And they tell us too that was long ago

But would He stand upon the sands 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 against His kind you know

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

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