Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

And all his cabin
Were statues the man had
Statues that the buyers
Were all of a grade

his calloused hands he lit a lamp
And laid down his head on his handmade
And he whispered Lord I'm old and shaky
And I'm hardly

But me strength and wisdom
And give me a week at
And I'll climb up to the top of this
And out a masterpiece

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

he finally reached the top
He shouted to a world that hear
carve my masterpiece
Out of this marble here

So the hammer the chisel
And he hammered till an grew
he stopped to look it over
To his work when he was through

It was a boy a crippled boy
And the old man it isn't my masterpiece
I'll call it
And a masterpiece of mine will be

So the beat the chisel
Till another in a marble grew
Then the began to blowing
And he sat and rested when he was

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

The hammer beat the chisel as the fell harder
And the wind and grew
He to his knees holding a stone
And he threw his hammer and his chisel too

He lay frozen face in the snow
But one hand was for the world to see
Cut in the marble was his
Three neatly letters G O D