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 a broken wing lay

A few moments till she saw it
For its were covered with sand
And soon cleaned and it was traveling
In the of Marias 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 service was coming
And the church shone with tinsel and
And all of the town folk brought
To lay by the that night

There diamonds, incense and perfume
And packages fit for a
But for one ragged in a small cage
Maria had to bring

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

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

So she trembled, she did as he her
And out of the the bird flew
Soaring up into the
On a wing that had healed as new

Just the midnight bells rang out
And the little started to sing
A song that no words recapture
For its 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 nightingales song