Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift/Driftwood

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

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

Now the gift-giving service was
And the church with tinsel and light
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 bird in a cage
had nothing to bring

She waited till just before
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, brings you to me?
If the bird in the cage is your
the door, let me see"

So she trembled, she did as he her
And out of the the bird flew
Soaring up into the
On a that had healed good as new

Just the midnight bells rang out
And the little bird started to
A song no words could 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 very first song

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

and accordion: Gordie Sampson
Violin: Bruce
Larry Corbett
Oboe and flute: Jon
Violin, cello, oboe and arranged and
conducted by Campbell

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