Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift

A poor girl named Maria
Was walking to one day
She stopped for to by the roadside
Where a bird with a wing lay

A few moments till she saw it
For its feathers were covered sand
And soon cleaned and it was traveling
In the warmth of small hand

She happily gave her last
On a cage made of rushes and
She fed it loose corn the market
And it grow stronger with time

Now the gift-giving service was
And the church shone with tinsel and
And all of the folk brought presents
To lay by the that night

There where diamonds, and perfume
And packages fit for a
But for one ragged bird in a cage
Maria had nothing to

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

Then a voice to her through the darkness
Maria, brings you to me?
If the bird in the is your offering
the door, let me see

So she trembled, she did as he her
And out of the cage the flew
up into the rafters
On a that had healed good as new

Just the midnight bells rang out
And the little bird to sing
A that no words could recapture
For its was fit for a king

Now felt blessed just to listen
To that cascade of notes and long
As her was lifted to heaven
By the very first nightingales