Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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