Luyện nghe bài hát Alabaster Box

The room still
As she her way to Jesus
She through the tears that made her blind
She felt such
Some in anger
folks whisper
There's no place for her kind
on she came
Through the shame that flushed her
at last, she knelt before his feet
And though she no words
Everything she was heard
As she her love for the Master
From her box of

And I've to pour
My on Him
Like oil Mary's alabaster box
Don't be if I wash his feet with my tears
And I dry them with my
You weren't there the night He me
You did not feel what I
he wrapped his love all around me and
You don't the cost of the oil
In my box

I can't forget the way used to be
I was a prisoner to the sin that had me
And I my days
my life without measure
Into a little box
I'd thought I'd
Until the day when Jesus to me
And my soul
With the of His touch
So now I'm giving to Him
All the praise He's of
I've forgiven
And why
I love Him so

And I've to pour
My on Him
Like oil from alabaster box
Don't be angry if I wash his with my tears
And dry them my hair (my hair)
You there the night Jesus found me
You did not feel what I
When He wrapped his arms around me and
You don't the cost of the oil
Oh, you don't the cost of my praise
You know the cost of the oil
In my box