Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

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

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

But me strength and wisdom
And me a week at least
And climb up to the top of this mountain
And chisel out a

The very morning he felt new strength
And he his brand new hammer and the sharpest chisel
He began to the mountain his old feet
in the freezing drizzle

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

So the beat the chisel
And he hammered an image grew
he stopped to look it over
To appraise his when he was through

It was a boy a crippled boy
And the old man said it isn't my
I'll call it
And then a masterpiece of mine be

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

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

The hammer the chisel as the snow fell harder
And the grew and grew
He fell to his knees holding a
And he threw his hammer and his chisel too

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