Luyện nghe bài hát The Christmas Guest

It one day near December's end
Two neighbors on an old friend
And they found his shop so and lean
Made gay with thousand bows of

And Conrad was sitting with a-shine
he suddenly stopped as he stitched a twine
And he said, "Old friends, at today
When the cock was crowing the away
The appeared in a dream to me"
And said, "I'm coming guest to be"

So I've been busy with astir
Strewing my shop with of fern
The table is spread and the kettle is
And the rafters the holly is twined

Now I'll wait for my to appear
And closely so I will hear His step
As He my humble place.
And I'll open the door and look on His

So his friends went home and left Conrad
For this was the day he had known
For long since, his had passed away
And Conrad had spent a sad Christmas Day

But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas
This Christmas be the dearest and best
So he listened with only joy in his
And with every sound he would rise a start
And look for the Lord to be at his
Like the vision he had had a few hours

So he ran to the window after a sound
But all he could see on the covered ground
Was a shabby beggar whose were torn
And all of his clothes ragged and worn

But Conrad was and he went to the door
And he said, "You know, your feet be frozen and sore
I have some in my shop for you
And a that will keep you warmer too"

So with heart the man went away
But Conrad noticed the of day
And wondered what made the Lord so
And how much longer he'd have to

he heard a knock, he ran to the door
But it was only a stranger once
A bent old lady with a shawl of
With a bundle of kindling piled on her
She asked for only a place to
But that was for Conrad's Great Guest

But her voice seemed to plead "Don't send me
Let me rest for awhile on Day"
So Conrad her a steaming cup
And her to sit at the table and sup

But she left he was filled with dismay
For he saw that the hours were away
And the Lord hadn't as he said he would
And Conrad felt sure he had

When out of the he heard a cry
help me and tell me where am I?"
So again he opened his door
And disappointed as twice before
It was only a child who had away
And was from her family on Christmas Day

Again Conrad's heart was and sad
But he knew he make the little girl glad
So he called her in and he her tears
And all her childish fears

he led her back to her home once more
But as he his own darkened door
He knew the was not coming today
For the of Christmas had passed away

So he went to his room and knelt to pray
And he said, "Dear Lord, why did You
kept You from coming to call on me?
For I so much Your face to see

When soft in the silence a he heard
"Lift up your head for I my word
Three times my shadow crossed floor
And three times I to your lonely door"

"I was the beggar with bruised, feet
And I was the woman you gave to eat
I was the on the homeless street
times I knocked and three times I came in
And each I found the warmth of a friend
Of all the gifts, is the best
And I was honored to be your Guest"