Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

There was an old cutter
Who lived in a on the mountain side
And the old stone
Knew it be long before he died

And all around his
Were statues the man had
Statues that the said
all of a mediocre grade

With his calloused hands he lit a
And laid down his on his handmade table
And he softly whispered I'm old and shaky
And I'm hardly

But give me and wisdom
And me a week at least
And climb up to the top of this mountain
And out a masterpiece

The very morning he felt new strength
And he took his brand new hammer and the sharpest
He began to the mountain his old feet
in the freezing drizzle

When he reached the top
He to a world that didn't hear
I'll carve my
Out of this boulder here

So the beat the chisel
And he hammered an image grew
Then he stopped to look it
To his work when he was through

It was a boy carrying a boy
And the old man said it my masterpiece
call it charity
And then a masterpiece of mine be

So the beat the chisel
Till image in a marble grew
the wind began to blowing
And he sat and when he was through

It was the image of a mother her child
He said this is as the world would know
But it isn't my
And he began again as it to snow

The hammer the chisel as the snow fell harder
And the grew and grew
He fell to his knees holding a
And he threw down his hammer and his too

He lay frozen face down in the
But one hand was held for the to see
Cut in the was his masterpiece
neatly carved letters G O D