Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift

A orphan girl named Maria
Was to market one day
She for a rest by the roadside
Where a bird with a broken lay
A few moments passed she saw it
For it's feathers covered with sand
But soon clean and wrapped it was
In the warmth of Maria's small

She happily gave her last
On a made of rushes and twine
She fed it corn from the market
And watched it stronger with time

Now the Eve service was coming
And the church with tinsel and light
And all of the townfolks presents
To lay by the that night
There diamonds and incense
And
In fit for a king
But for one ragged bird in a small
had nothing to bring

She waited till just midnight
So no one see her go in
And crying she by the manger
For her gift was of Him

Then a spoke to her through the darkness
Maria, what you to me
If the bird in the cage is your
the door and let me see
Though she trembled, she did as He her
And out of the cage the bird
Soaring up the rafters
On a wing had healed good as new

then the midnight bells rang out
And the little bird started to
A song that no could recapture
Whose was fit for a king

Now felt blessed just to listen
To that cascade of notes sweet and
As her was lifted to heaven
By the first nightingale's song