Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

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

With his calloused he lit a lamp
And down his head on his handmade table
And he whispered Lord I'm old and shaky
And I'm able

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

The very next morning he new strength
And he took his brand new hammer and the chisel
He began to climb the his old feet
in the freezing drizzle

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

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

It was a boy carrying a boy
And the old man said it my masterpiece
call it charity
And then a of mine will be

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

It was the image of a mother holding her
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 to his knees holding a stone
And he down his hammer and his chisel too

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