Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

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

With his 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 me strength and wisdom
And give me a week at
And I'll climb up to the top of this
And out a masterpiece

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

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

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

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

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

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

The hammer beat the as the snow fell harder
And the wind and grew
He fell to his knees holding a
And he threw down his hammer and his 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 carved G O D