Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift/Driftwood

A poor orphan girl Maria
Was to market 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 and wrapped it was traveling
In the warmth of small hand

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

Now the gift-giving was coming
And the church shone with tinsel and
And all of the brought presents
To lay by the that night

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

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

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

So she trembled, she did as he her
And out of the cage the bird
up into the rafters
On a wing had healed good as new

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

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

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

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

Leader: David
Contractor: Suzie Katayama
Violin: 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: Corbett, Dan Smith
Bass: Stone
Jon Clarke