Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

There was an old cutter
Who lived in a cabin on the mountain
And the old stone
it won't be long before he died

And all around his
Were the man had made
Statues that the buyers
all of a mediocre grade

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

But give me strength and
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 new hammer and the sharpest chisel
He began to climb the mountain his old
in the freezing drizzle

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

So the hammer the chisel
And he hammered till an grew
Then he stopped to 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
call it charity
And then a of mine will be

So the hammer beat the
Till another image in a grew
Then the began to blowing
And he sat and when he was through

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

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

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