Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

There was an old stone
Who in a cabin on the mountain side
And the old cutter
Knew it be long before he died

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

With his hands he lit a lamp
And laid his head on his handmade table
And he softly Lord I'm old and shaky
And I'm able

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

The very next morning he new strength
And he took his new hammer and the sharpest chisel
He began to climb the mountain his old
Slipping in the drizzle

When he reached the top
He to a world that didn't hear
I'll my masterpiece
Out of this marble boulder

So the hammer beat the
And he hammered till an image
Then he 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 of mine will be

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

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

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

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