Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift/Driftwood

A poor girl named Maria
Was walking to one day
She stopped for to by the roadside
a bird with a broken wing lay
A few moments till she saw it
For its feathers covered with sand
And cleaned and wrapped it was traveling
In the warmth of Maria's hand

She happily gave her peso
On a cage of rushes and twine
She fed it corn 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 townfolk brought
To lay by the manger night

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

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

Then a voice spoke to her the darkness
"Maria, brings 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 cage the flew
Soaring up the rafters
On a wing that had healed as new

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

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

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

Guitar and accordion: Gordie
Bruce Dukov
Cello: Larry
and flute: Jon Clarke
Violin, cello, oboe and arranged and
by David Campbell

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