Luyện nghe bài hát Jubilee

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

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

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

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

He's God's mad disciple, a righteous title for the Word he
He so misunderstood though minded a crippled man
To this man is to fear this man to shake when, to shake 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 into bag whiskey
Drinking and reeling on feet
Girls at the Jubilee in low-cut
Yield to the caresses and the

hands on white shoulders
White hands on shoulders
Dancing, and you know more

Through the tall blades of he heads for the Jubilee
With a in his right 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 side and the rags ignite
He climbs the bell tower of the Sacred Blood to the flames
higher toward the trees sirens wailing now toward the scene