Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift/Driftwood

A poor orphan girl named
Was to market one day
She stopped for to by the roadside
Where a bird with a wing lay
A few moments till she saw it
For its feathers were with sand
And soon and wrapped it was traveling
In the of Maria's small hand

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

Now the gift-giving service was
And the church with tinsel and light
And all of the townfolk presents
To lay by the manger night

There where diamonds, and perfumes
And fit for a king
But for one bird in a small cage
Maria had nothing to

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

Then a voice spoke to her through the
"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 cage the flew
up into the rafters
On a wing that had good as new

Just then the midnight bells out
And the bird started to sing
A song that no words recapture
For its was fit for a king

Now Maria blessed just to listen
To cascade of notes sweet and long
As her offering was to heaven
By the very nightingale's song

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

Guitar and accordion: Gordie
Bruce Dukov
Cello: Corbett
Oboe and Jon Clarke
Violin, cello, oboe and flute and
conducted by David

Leader: Campbell
Contractor: Suzie Katayama
Violin: Bruce Dukov (concertmaster), Darius Campo, Susan Chatman, Mario De Leon, Berj Garabedian, Peter Kent, Rachel Purkin, Michelle Richards, Mark
Viola: Evan Wilson, Kazi Pitelka, Denyse Buffum, Funes
Cello: Larry Corbett, Dan
David Stone
Woodwinds: Jon