Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

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

With his calloused hands he lit a
And laid down his head on his handmade
And he softly Lord I'm old and shaky
And I'm able

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

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

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

So the hammer the chisel
And he hammered till an grew
Then he stopped to look it
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 this is love as the world would know
But it my masterpiece
And he began as it began to snow

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

He lay frozen face in the snow
But one hand was for the world to see
Cut in the was his masterpiece
Three neatly carved G O D