Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift/Driftwood

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

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

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

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

She waited till before midnight
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 through the
"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 cage the bird
Soaring up into the
On a wing that had good as new

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

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

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

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

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