Luyện nghe bài hát Alabaster Box

The room grew
As she made her way to
She stumbles through the tears that her blind
She such pain
Some in anger
Heard folks
There's no place for her kind
Still on she
Through the shame that her face
Until at last, she before his feet
And she spoke no words
Everything she said was
As she her love for the Master
From her box of

And I've come to
My on Him
Like oil Mary's alabaster box
Don't be if I wash his feet with my tears
And I dry with my hair
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 know the of the oil
In my box

I forget the way life used to be
I was a prisoner to the sin had me bound
And I my days
Poured my life measure
a little treasure box
I'd thought I'd
Until the day Jesus came to me
And my soul
With the wonder of His
So now I'm back to Him
All the praise worthy of
I've been
And why
I Him so much

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