Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift/Driftwood

A poor orphan girl named
Was to market one day
She for to rest by the roadside
Where a bird with a broken lay
A few passed till she saw it
For its feathers were covered with
And soon cleaned and wrapped it was
In the warmth of Maria's hand

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

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

There where diamonds, incense and
And fit for a king
But for one bird in a small cage
had nothing to bring

She till just 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 through the
"Maria, brings you to me?
If the bird in the cage is offering
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 then the midnight rang out
And the little bird to sing
A song that no words could
For its beauty was fit for a

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

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

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

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