Luyện nghe bài hát Jubilee

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

Repair the Christmas stable, restore the Angel
Her lips begin to and her robes begin to peel
For Bible study in the basement
Hear children Gospel citing, Matthew
Alone in the night he the arms of the preacher
Raised to the ceiling tell God pain

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

hands on white shoulders
White hands on black
Dancing, and you know 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 this man to when, to shake when
To shake when he comes wasn't it God that let Puritans in
Do they did to the unfaithful

Boys at the Jubilee slowly sink brown bag whiskey
and reeling on their feet
Girls at the Jubilee in dresses
Yield to the caresses and the

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

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