Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus Was a Carpenter

Jesus was a carpenter and He worked a saw and a hammer
And His hands join a table true enough to stand forever
And He might spun His life out in the coolness of the morning
But He put aside His tools and He walked the highways
And He built His house from people like these

And He found as they wandered through the wild Judean mountains
And He found them as they their nets upon the Sea of Galilee
And for a thousand evenings while the day Him emptied
He put aside His tools and stopped to the dying
And He built His house from people like these

It was on a Sunday when He rode to old Jerusalem
And the palms they cast Him
Were like the they laid against Him
It was on a storming Friday He climbed the streets to Calvary
And where He died today why selling beads and postcards
And tell us too that that was long ago

But would He today upon the sands of California
And the sweating blacktop of New York and Mississippi?
Would He be a on Sunday, a vagrant on a Monday?
With the doors locked tight against His you know

Oh, come again now Jesus be a among us
There are chapels in our discontent, to our sorrows
And we dwell in mansions with the sand for our foundations
And the raging water's and the thunder's all around us
Won't You come and build a house on rock

Jesus was a and He worked with a saw and a hammer
And His hands could a table true enough to stand forever