Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift/Driftwood

A poor girl named Maria
Was to market one day
She stopped for to by the roadside
Where a bird a broken wing lay
A few passed till 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 cage of rushes and twine
She fed it corn from the market
And watched it grow stronger with

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

There diamonds, incense and perfumes
And packages fit for a
But for one ragged bird in a cage
had nothing to bring

She waited till just before
So no one see her go in
And she knelt 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 bird
Soaring up into the
On a that had healed good as new

then 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 Maria blessed just to listen
To that cascade of sweet and long
As her offering was lifted to
By the very first song

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

Guitar and accordion: Gordie
Violin: Bruce
Cello: Corbett
and flute: Jon Clarke
Violin, cello, oboe and arranged and
conducted by Campbell

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