Luyện nghe bài hát Jubilee

He fills the flower vases, trims the candle
small change 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 the words of the preacher
God is feeling every pain

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

To him the world's defiled in lot he sees a likeness
He swears this will burn down
Sacred Blood there's 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 know more

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

Boys at the Jubilee slowly sink brown bag whiskey
Drinking and reeling on their
Girls at the Jubilee in dresses
Yield to the and the man-handling

Black hands on white
White hands on black
Dancing, and you know more

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