Luyện nghe bài hát Alabaster Box

The grew still
As she made her way to
She stumbles the tears that made her blind
She felt such
Some in anger
folks whisper
There's no place for her kind
Still on she
Through the that flushed her face
Until at last, she knelt his feet
And though she spoke no
Everything she said was
As she poured her love for the
her box of alabaster

And I've to pour
My on Him
Like oil from Mary's box
Don't be angry if I wash his feet with my
And I dry them with my
You weren't there the night He me
You did not feel I felt
When he wrapped his 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
my life without measure
Into a little box
I'd I'd found
Until the day when came to me
And my soul
With the wonder of His
So now I'm back to Him
All the praise worthy of
been forgiven
And why
I love Him so

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 there the night Jesus found me
You did not feel what I
When He wrapped his loving arms me and
You don't know the of the oil
Oh, you don't know the cost of my
You don't know the of the oil
In my box