Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift/Driftwood

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

She happily gave her last
On a cage made of rushes and
She fed it loose corn from the
And watched it stronger with time

Now the service was coming
And the shone with tinsel and light
And all of the townfolk brought
To lay by the that night

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

She waited till just before
So no one see her go in
And crying she knelt by the
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 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

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

Now Maria blessed just to listen
To that cascade of sweet and long
As her offering was lifted to
By the very 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: Sampson
Violin: Dukov
Larry Corbett
Oboe and flute: Jon
Violin, cello, oboe and arranged and
conducted by David

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