Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

It was a stylish congregation, you could see they'd been
And they had the biggest pipe of any church in town
But over in the Amen Corner of that sat Brother Ayer
And he insisted Sunday on singing in the choir

His was cracked, and broken age had touched his vocal chords
And nearly every he'd get behind and miss the words
Well, the got so flustered, the church was told in fine
That Brother Ayer must stop his singing or the was going to resign

So the pastor appointed a committee, I think it was or four
And they got in their big fine cars and drove up to Ayer's
They the choir's great trouble sittin' there in an old arm chair
And the summer's golden sunbeams lay his snow white hair

Said, "York, we're here Brother with the vestries approbation
To a little matter that affects the congregation
Now, it seems that your voice has with the choir
So, if you'll just lay out, are you listening Ayer?"

The old man his head a sign that he had hear
And on his the three men caught the glitter of a tear
His feeble hands pushed back the as white as silky snow
And he answered the committee in a voice soft and low

"I wonder if the tide that's breaking at my feet
In far off heavenly temple where my Master and I shall meet
Yes, I wonder if, when I try to sing the of God up higher
I wonder if they'll kick me out of there for in heaven's choir

A silence filled the little room and the old man his head
The committee went on to town but Brother Ayer was dead
The choir missed him for awhile but he was soon
A few church goers the door but the old man entered not

Far away his voice is sweet and he sings his heart
Where are there no church committees and no fashionable
Let me hide myself in