Luyện nghe bài hát Jubilee

He fills the vases, trims the candle bases
Takes small change the poor box, Tyler has the key
He takes nail and hammer to up the banner
Of felt scraps glued together reading, Jesus in me
Alone in the he mocks the words of the preacher
God is feeling your pain

Repair the Christmas stable, restore the plaster
Her lips to crumble and her robes begin to peel
For Bible in the church basement
children Gospel citing, Matthew 17:15
Alone in the night he mocks the of the preacher
Raised to the ceiling God your pain

To him the world's in lot he sees a likeness there
He swears Sodom will burn down
Near Sacred Blood a dance hall
Where Tyler Glen saw a black and a white boy kissing shamelessly

hands on white shoulders
White hands on shoulders
Dancing, and you what's more

God's mad disciple, a righteous title for the Word he heard
He so misunderstood simple minded a crippled man
To know this man is to this man to shake when, to shake when
To shake when he comes it God that let Puritans in Salem
Do what they did to the

Boys at the Jubilee slowly into brown bag whiskey
and reeling on their feet
Girls at the in low-cut dresses
Yield to the caresses and the

Black hands on white
hands on black shoulders
Dancing, and you know what's

Through the blades of grass he heads for the Jubilee
With a bucket in his hand full of rags soaked in gasoline
He lifts the shingles in the dark and the rags there underneath
He strikes a matchstick on the box and watches the rags ignite
He climbs the bell tower of the Sacred Blood to watch the
Rising higher toward the trees sirens wailing now the scene