Luyện nghe bài hát Jubilee

He fills the flower vases, trims the bases
Takes small from the poor box, Tyler has the key
He nail and hammer to tack up the banner
Of felt glued together reading, Jesus lives in me
Alone in the he mocks the words of the preacher
God is feeling your every

Repair the Christmas stable, restore the Angel
Her lips begin to crumble and her robes 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 a likeness there
He swears this Sodom will down
Sacred Blood there's a dance hall
Where Tyler saw a black girl and a white boy kissing shamelessly

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

He's God's mad disciple, a title for the Word he heard
He so misunderstood though simple a crippled man
To know this man is to fear man to shake when, to shake when
To when he comes wasn't it God that let Puritans in Salem
Do they did to the unfaithful

Boys at the slowly sink into brown bag whiskey
Drinking and reeling on feet
at the Jubilee in low-cut dresses
Yield to the and the man-handling

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

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