Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

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

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

But give me and wisdom
And give me a at least
And I'll up to the top of this mountain
And chisel out a

The very next morning he felt new
And he took his brand new hammer and the chisel
He began to the mountain his old feet
in the freezing drizzle

When he finally the top
He shouted to a world that didn't
carve my masterpiece
Out of this marble boulder

So the hammer beat the
And he hammered till an grew
Then he stopped to it over
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 will be

So the beat the chisel
another image in a marble grew
Then the wind began to
And he sat and rested he was through

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

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

He lay face down in the snow
But one hand was held for the to see
Cut in the was his masterpiece
Three neatly letters G O D