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 of green
And Conrad was sitting with face
When he stopped as he stitched a twine
And he said "Old friends, at today,
When the cock was crowing the away
The Lord in a dream to me
And "I'm coming your guest to be."
So I've busy with feet astir
Strewing my shop with of fern.
The is spread and the kettle is shined.
And over the the holly is twined.
Now wait for my Lord to appear
And listen so I will hear
His as He nears my humble place.
And I'll the door and look on His face.
So his friends went home and left Conrad
For was the happiest day he had known,
For since, his family had passed away
And Conrad had many a sad Christmas Day.
But he knew the Lord as his Christmas Guest
This Christmas would be the and best.
So he listened with only joy in his
And every sound he would rise with a start
And look for the to be at his door.
Like the vision he had had a few before.
So he ran to the after hearing a sound
But all he could see on the snow ground
Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were
And all of his were ragged and worn.
But Conrad was touched and he 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 grateful heart the man away
but Conrad the time of day
And wondered what the Lord so late
And how much he'd have to wait.
he heard a knock, he ran to the door
But it was a stranger once more.
A old lady with a shawl of black
With a of kindling piled on her back.
She asked for only a place to
But that was reserved for Great Guest.
But her voice to plead "Don't send me away,
Let me rest for on Christmas Day",
So Conrad brewed her a cup
And told her to sit at the and sup.
But after she left he was with dismay
For he saw that the hours were slipping
And the Lord come as he said he would.
Then Conrad felt he had misunderstood.
When out of the he heard a cry
"Please help me and tell me am I?"
So again he his friendly door
And stood disappointed as before.
It was only a who'd wandered away
And was lost from her on Christmas Day.
Again Conrad's was heavy and sad
But he he should make the little girl glad.
So he called her in and he wiped her
And all her childish fears.
Then he led her back to her home once
But as he entered his own door
he the Lord was not coming today.
For the hours of Christmas had passed
So he went to his and knelt down to pray
And he said "Dear Lord, why did you
What kept you from to call on me?
For I so much your face to see."
When in the silence a voice he heard.
"Lift up head for I kept my word.
Three times my shadow crossed your
And three I came to your lonely door.
I was the beggar with bruised, cold
And I was the woman you gave to eat.
I was the on the homeless street.
Three times I knocked, and times I came in.
And each time I the warmth of a friend.
Of all the gifts, is the best.
And I was honored to be your Guest.