Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift

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

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

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

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

There where diamonds, and perfume
And fit for a king
But for one bird in a small cage
had nothing 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 spoke to her through the darkness
Maria, what you to me?
If the bird in the cage is offering
the door, let me see

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

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

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