Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

And all around his
statues the man had made
Statues the buyers said
Were all of a grade

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

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

The next morning he felt new strength
And he took his brand new hammer and the chisel
He began to the mountain his old feet
Slipping in the drizzle

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

So the hammer the chisel
And he till an image grew
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 call it
And then a masterpiece of mine be

So the hammer the chisel
Till image in a marble grew
the wind 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 would know
But it isn't my
And he began again as it began to

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

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