Luyện nghe bài hát The Gift

A poor orphan girl named
Was to market one day
She stopped for to rest by the
Where a with a broken wing lay

A few moments passed she saw it
For it's feathers were with sand
But soon clean and it
Was traveling in the of Maria's small hand

She happily gave her peso
On a cage made of and twine
She fed it loose corn from the
And it grow stronger with time

Now the Christmas Eve was coming
And the church shone tinsel and light
And all of the town brought presents
To lay by the manger night

There were and incense
And perfumes in fit for a king
But for one ragged bird in a cage
had nothing to bring

She waited till just before
So no one see her go in
And crying she knelt by the
For her gift was of Him

Then the Lord to her through the darkness
"Maria, brings you to me
If the bird in the is your offering
Open the and let me see"

she trembled, she did as He ask her
And out of the cage the flew
up into the rafters
On a wing that had good as new

Just then the midnight rang out
And the little bird to sing
A that no words could recapture
beauty was fit for a king

Now felt blessed just to listen
To that cascade of notes and long
As her offering was to Heaven
By the first nightingale's song