Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift/Driftwood

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

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

Now the gift-giving was coming
And the church with tinsel and light
And all of the townfolk presents
To lay by the manger night

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

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

a voice spoke to her through the darkness
"Maria, what you to me?
If the bird in the is your offering
the door, let me see"

So she trembled, she did as he her
And out of the cage the flew
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 felt blessed just to listen
To cascade of notes sweet and long
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: Dukov
Cello: Larry
and flute: Jon Clarke
Violin, cello, oboe and flute and
conducted by Campbell

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