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 won't be long 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 down his head on his handmade table
And he softly Lord I'm old and shaky
And I'm able

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

The next morning he felt new strength
And he took his brand new and the sharpest chisel
He began to climb the mountain his old
Slipping in the freezing

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

So the beat the chisel
And he till an image grew
he stopped to look it over
To appraise his work he was through

It was a boy a crippled boy
And the old man said it my masterpiece
I'll it charity
And then a masterpiece of will be

So the beat the chisel
Till another image in a 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 love as the world know
But it my masterpiece
And he began again as it began to

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

He lay frozen down in the snow
But one was held for the world to see
Cut in the was his masterpiece
Three neatly carved G O D