Luyện nghe bài hát Alabaster Box

The room still
As she her way to Jesus
She stumbles through the tears that made her
She felt such
Some spoke in
Heard folks
There's no place here for her
on she came
Through the shame flushed her face
Until at last, she before his feet
And she spoke no words
Everything she was heard
As she poured her for the Master
her box of alabaster

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

I can't forget the way life to be
I was a prisoner to the sin that had me
And I spent my
Poured my life measure
Into a little box
I'd I'd found
Until the day when Jesus to me
And healed my
With the of His touch
So now I'm back to Him
All the praise He's of
I've forgiven
And why
I Him so much

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