Luyện nghe bài hát Jubilee

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

Repair the stable, restore the plaster Angel
Her lips to crumble and her robes begin to peel
For study in the church basement
Hear children citing, Matthew 17:15
Alone in the night he mocks the arms of the
Raised to the tell God your pain

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

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

He's God's mad disciple, a righteous for the Word he heard
He so misunderstood though simple a crippled man
To know this man is to fear man to shake when, to shake when
To shake when he comes wasn't it God that let in Salem
Do what they did to the

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

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

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