Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift

A poor orphan girl named
Was to market one day
She for to rest by the roadside
Where a bird with a wing lay

A few passed till she saw it
For it's feathers were with sand
But soon clean and it
Was traveling in the warmth of small hand

She happily gave her last
On a cage of rushes and twine
She fed it loose from the market
And watched it grow with time

Now the Christmas Eve service was
And the church shone with and light
And all of the town brought presents
To lay by the manger night

There were and incense
And in packages fit for a king
But for one ragged bird in a cage
Maria had to bring

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

Then the Lord spoke to her through the
"Maria, what you to me
If the bird in the cage is your
Open the and let me see"

she trembled, she did as He ask her
And out of the cage the flew
Soaring up into the
On a that had healed good as new

Just then the midnight rang out
And the little started to sing
A song that no words could
Whose was fit for a king

Now Maria felt blessed to listen
To that cascade of sweet and long
As her offering was to Heaven
By the very nightingale's song