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 with a broken lay
A few moments passed she saw it
For its feathers were covered sand
And cleaned and wrapped it was traveling
In the warmth of Maria's hand

She happily gave her peso
On a cage of rushes and twine
She fed it loose from the market
And watched it grow stronger time

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

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

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

Then a 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 bird
Soaring up into the
On a wing had healed good as new

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

Now Maria felt blessed just to
To that of notes sweet and long
As her offering was to heaven
By the very first nightingale's

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

Guitar and accordion: Gordie
Violin: Bruce
Larry Corbett
Oboe and Jon Clarke
Violin, cello, oboe and flute and
conducted by David

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