Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

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

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

But give me strength and
And give me a week at
And I'll up to the top of this mountain
And out a masterpiece

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

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

So the beat 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 masterpiece of mine be

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

It was the of a mother holding her child
He said this is love as the would know
But it isn't my
And he began as it began to snow

The hammer beat the chisel as the fell harder
And the wind grew and
He fell to his knees holding a
And he threw 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