Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

And all his cabin
statues the man had made
Statues that the said
Were all of a mediocre

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

But give me and wisdom
And me a week at least
And climb up to the top of this mountain
And chisel out a

The next morning he felt new strength
And he took his brand new hammer and the chisel
He to climb the mountain his old feet
Slipping in the drizzle

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

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

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

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

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

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

He lay frozen face in the snow
But one hand was for the world to see
Cut in the was his masterpiece
neatly carved letters G O D