Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift

A poor orphan girl named
Was walking to one day
She stopped for to rest by the
Where a with a broken wing lay

A few passed till she saw it
For its were covered with sand
And soon cleaned and wrapped it was
In the warmth of Marias small

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

Now the gift-giving was coming
And the church shone with and light
And all of the town folk presents
To lay by the manger that

There where diamonds, incense and
And fit for a king
But for one bird in a small cage
Maria had to bring

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

Then a voice to her through the darkness
Maria, what 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 bird
up into the rafters
On a wing that had good as new

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

Now felt blessed just to listen
To that of notes sweet and long
As her offering was to heaven
By the very first song