Luyện nghe bài hát The Masterpiece

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

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

his calloused hands he lit a lamp
And laid his head on his handmade table
And he whispered Lord I'm old and shaky
And I'm able

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

The very morning 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

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

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

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

So the hammer the chisel
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 mother holding her
He said this is love as the would know
But it isn't my
And he began again as it began to

The hammer the chisel as the snow fell harder
And the grew and grew
He to his knees holding a stone
And he down 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 neatly letters G O D