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 he mocks the words of the preacher
God is feeling your every

the Christmas stable, restore the plaster Angel
Her lips begin to crumble and her robes to peel
For Bible in the church basement
Hear Gospel citing, Matthew 17:15
Alone in the night he mocks the arms of the
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
Near Blood there's a dance hall
Tyler Glen saw a black girl and a white boy kissing shamelessly

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

He's God's mad disciple, a righteous title for the Word he
He so misunderstood though simple minded a 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 they did to the

Boys at the Jubilee slowly sink into brown bag
Drinking and reeling on their
Girls at the in low-cut dresses
to the caresses and the man-handling

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

Through the tall blades of grass he heads for the
With a bucket in his right hand full of rags 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 watch the
Rising higher toward the trees sirens wailing now toward the