Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift

A poor orphan named Maria
Was walking to one day
She stopped for to by the roadside
Where a bird with a broken lay

A few passed till she saw it
For it's feathers were covered with
But soon clean and it
Was traveling in the warmth of Maria's hand

She happily gave her last
On a made of rushes and twine
She fed it loose corn from the
And watched it grow with time

Now the Eve service was coming
And the church shone tinsel and light
And all of the town brought presents
To lay by the manger night

There diamonds and incense
And perfumes in fit for a king
But for one ragged bird in a small
Maria had nothing to

She till just before midnight
So no one see her go in
And crying she knelt by the
For her was unworthy of Him

Then the Lord spoke to her the darkness
"Maria, what you to me
If the bird in the cage is your
Open the and let me see"

she trembled, she did as He ask her
And out of the cage the flew
up into the rafters
On a wing that had good as new

then the midnight bells rang out
And the little bird started to
A song that no words could
beauty was fit for a king

Now Maria felt blessed to listen
To that cascade of sweet and long
As her offering was lifted to
By the very nightingale's song