Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

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

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

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

The very next morning he felt new
And he took his brand new and the sharpest chisel
He to climb the mountain his old feet
Slipping in the drizzle

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

So the hammer beat the
And he hammered an image grew
Then he stopped to it over
To appraise his work when he was

It was a boy carrying a boy
And the old man it isn't my masterpiece
call it charity
And then a of mine will be

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

It was the of a mother holding her child
He said this is love as the world know
But it isn't my
And he began again as it began to

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

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