Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

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

With his calloused hands he lit a
And laid down his head on his table
And he softly Lord I'm old and shaky
And I'm able

But give me and wisdom
And me a week at least
And I'll climb up to the top of this
And out a masterpiece

The very next morning he new strength
And he took his new hammer and the sharpest chisel
He began to the mountain his old feet
Slipping in the freezing

When he finally the top
He shouted to a world that hear
I'll my masterpiece
Out of this boulder here

So the beat the chisel
And he hammered an image grew
Then he stopped to look it
To appraise his work when he was

It was a boy a crippled boy
And the old man it isn't my masterpiece
call it charity
And then a masterpiece of mine be

So the hammer the chisel
Till image in a marble grew
Then the wind to blowing
And he sat and rested he was through

It was the image of a holding her child
He this is love as the world would know
But it my masterpiece
And he began again as it began to

The hammer beat the chisel as the snow harder
And the grew and grew
He to his knees holding a stone
And he threw down his hammer and his too

He lay frozen face down in the
But one hand was for the world to see
Cut in the marble was his
Three neatly letters G O D