Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift/Driftwood

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

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

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

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

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

a voice spoke to her through 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 the bird flew
Soaring up the rafters
On a that had healed good as new

Just then the bells rang out
And the bird started to sing
A song that no words recapture
For its beauty was fit for a

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

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

Guitar and accordion: Sampson
Bruce Dukov
Cello: Larry
Oboe and Jon Clarke
Violin, cello, and flute arranged and
conducted by David

Leader: Campbell
Orchestra Contractor: Suzie
Bruce Dukov (concertmaster), Darius Campo, Susan Chatman, Mario De Leon, Berj Garabedian, Peter Kent, Rachel Purkin, Michelle Richards, Mark Robertson
Viola: Wilson, Kazi Pitelka, Denyse Buffum, Matt Funes
Cello: Larry Corbett, Dan
David Stone
Woodwinds: Jon