Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

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

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

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 very next he felt new strength
And he his brand new hammer and the sharpest chisel
He began to climb the his old feet
Slipping in the drizzle

he finally reached the top
He shouted to a world didn't hear
I'll carve my
Out of marble boulder here

So the hammer 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 carrying a boy
And the old man said it isn't my
call it charity
And then a of mine will be

So the hammer beat the
Till another image in a grew
Then the began to blowing
And he sat and rested when he was

It was the image of a holding her child
He this is love as the world would 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 grew and
He fell to his knees a stone
And he down his hammer and his chisel too

He lay frozen face in the snow
But one hand was held for the to see
Cut in the was his masterpiece
Three neatly letters G O D