Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift/Driftwood

A poor orphan girl named
Was walking to one day
She for to rest by the roadside
Where a bird with a wing lay
A few passed till she saw it
For its feathers were covered sand
And soon cleaned and wrapped it was
In the warmth of Maria's small

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

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

where diamonds, incense and perfumes
And fit for a king
But for one bird in a small cage
Maria had nothing to

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

a voice spoke to her through the darkness
"Maria, what you to me?
If the bird in the cage is your
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 that had good as new

Just then the midnight bells out
And the little bird started to
A song that no words could
For its beauty was fit for a

Now Maria felt blessed to listen
To cascade of notes sweet and long
As her offering was lifted to
By the first nightingale's song

(Stephanie Davis) EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Beartooth Music. All Rights Controlled and administered by EMI Blackwood Music Inc. (BMI)

Guitar and accordion: Gordie
Violin: Bruce
Larry Corbett
Oboe and Jon Clarke
Violin, cello, and flute arranged and
conducted by David

Leader: David
Contractor: Suzie Katayama
Violin: Bruce (concertmaster), Darius Campo, Susan Chatman, Mario De Leon, Berj Garabedian, Peter Kent, Rachel Purkin, Michelle Richards, Mark Robertson
Viola: Evan Wilson, Pitelka, Denyse Buffum, Matt Funes
Cello: Larry Corbett, Dan
Bass: David
Jon Clarke