Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

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

With his calloused he lit a lamp
And laid his head on his handmade table
And he softly whispered 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 new strength
And he took his brand new hammer and the chisel
He began to the mountain his old feet
Slipping in the freezing

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

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

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

So the hammer the chisel
Till another in a marble grew
the wind began to blowing
And he sat and rested he was through

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

The hammer beat the chisel as the snow fell
And the wind grew and
He to his knees holding 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 letters G O D