Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift/Driftwood

A poor orphan girl Maria
Was walking to one day
She stopped for to by the roadside
Where a with a broken wing lay
A few passed till she saw it
For its feathers were with sand
And soon cleaned and it was traveling
In the warmth of Maria's small

She happily her last peso
On a cage of rushes and twine
She fed it loose corn from the
And watched it 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 that night

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

She waited till before midnight
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, 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
Soaring up the rafters
On a wing that had good as new

then the midnight bells rang out
And the little started to sing
A that no words could recapture
For its beauty was fit for a

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

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

and accordion: Gordie Sampson
Violin: Dukov
Larry Corbett
Oboe and flute: Jon
Violin, cello, and flute arranged and
conducted by David

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