Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

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

his calloused 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 hardly

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

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

When he finally the top
He shouted to a world that hear
carve my masterpiece
Out of this marble here

So the hammer the chisel
And he till an image grew
he stopped to look it over
To appraise his work he was through

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

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

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 began as it began to snow

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

He lay frozen down in the snow
But one was held for the world to see
Cut in the was his masterpiece
Three neatly letters G O D