Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift/Driftwood

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

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

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

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

She waited till just midnight
So no one see her go in
And crying she knelt by the
For her was unworthy of him

Then a 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 the bird flew
Soaring up the rafters
On a wing that had healed as new

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

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

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

Guitar and Gordie Sampson
Bruce Dukov
Cello: Corbett
Oboe and flute: Jon
Violin, cello, and flute arranged and
conducted by David

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