Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift

A poor orphan girl Maria
Was walking to one day
She for to rest by the roadside
Where a bird with a broken lay

A few moments 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 gave her last peso
On a made of rushes and twine
She fed it loose corn the market
And watched it grow with time

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

were diamonds and incense
And perfumes in fit for a king
But for one ragged in a small cage
had nothing to bring

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

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

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

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

Now felt blessed just to listen
To that cascade of sweet and long
As her was lifted to Heaven
By the very first nightingale's