Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift/Driftwood

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

She happily her last peso
On a made of rushes and twine
She fed it loose from the market
And watched it stronger with time

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

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

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

Then a voice spoke to her 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 cage the flew
up into the rafters
On a wing that had healed as new

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

Now Maria felt blessed just to
To that of notes sweet and long
As her was lifted to heaven
By the very first nightingale's

(Stephanie Davis) 1990 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Beartooth Music. All Rights Controlled and by EMI Blackwood Music Inc. (BMI)

and accordion: Gordie Sampson
Violin: Bruce
Cello: Corbett
Oboe and flute: Jon
Violin, cello, and flute arranged and
by David Campbell

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