Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

And all around his
Were statues the man had
Statues the buyers said
all of a mediocre grade

With his calloused hands he lit a
And laid his head 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 morning he new strength
And he his brand new hammer and the sharpest chisel
He began to the mountain his old feet
Slipping in the freezing

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

So the hammer the chisel
And he hammered till an image
Then he stopped to it over
To appraise his work he was through

It was a boy carrying a boy
And the old man said it isn't my
I'll it charity
And a masterpiece of mine will be

So the hammer beat the
Till another image in a marble
Then the began to blowing
And he sat and when he was through

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

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

He lay frozen down in the snow
But one was held for the world to see
Cut in the marble was his
Three carved letters G O D