Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift/Driftwood

A poor orphan named Maria
Was walking to one day
She for to rest by the roadside
Where a bird with a broken lay
A few moments till she saw it
For its feathers were covered with
And soon cleaned and wrapped it was
In the of Maria's small hand

She gave her last peso
On a cage made of and twine
She fed it loose corn the market
And watched it grow with time

Now the gift-giving was coming
And the church with tinsel and light
And all of the townfolk brought
To lay by the manger that

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

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

Then a spoke to her through the darkness
"Maria, what you to me?
If the bird in the cage is offering
the door, let me see"

So she trembled, she did as he her
And out of the the bird flew
up into the rafters
On a wing had healed good as new

Just then the bells rang out
And the little bird started to
A song that no could recapture
For its was fit for a king

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

(Stephanie Davis) 1990 EMI Blackwood Music Inc. and Beartooth Music. All Rights Controlled and by EMI Blackwood Music Inc. (BMI)

Guitar and accordion: Sampson
Bruce Dukov
Cello: Larry
Oboe and Jon Clarke
Violin, cello, and flute arranged and
by David Campbell

Leader: Campbell
Orchestra Contractor: Katayama
Violin: Bruce Dukov (concertmaster), Darius Campo, Susan Chatman, Mario De Leon, Garabedian, Peter Kent, Rachel Purkin, Michelle Richards, Mark Robertson
Viola: Evan Wilson, Pitelka, Denyse Buffum, Matt Funes
Larry Corbett, Dan Smith
Bass: Stone
Jon Clarke