Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

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

his calloused hands he lit a lamp
And down his head 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 up to the top of this mountain
And out a masterpiece

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

When he finally the top
He shouted to a world that hear
I'll carve my
Out of this marble here

So the hammer the chisel
And he till an image grew
Then he stopped to it over
To appraise his when he was through

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

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

It was the image of a mother holding her
He said this is love as the world would
But it my masterpiece
And he began again as it to snow

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

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