Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

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

With his calloused hands he lit a
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 me a week at least
And climb up to the top of this mountain
And out a masterpiece

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

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

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

It was a boy a crippled boy
And the old man said it my masterpiece
I'll it charity
And then a of mine will be

So the hammer the chisel
Till image in a marble grew
Then the wind to blowing
And he sat and rested he was through

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

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