Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

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

His voice was cracked, and broken age had touched his vocal
And nearly every Sunday get behind and miss the words
Well, the choir got so flustered, the church was in fine
That Brother Ayer stop his singing or the choir was going to resign

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

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

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

"I wonder if the tide that's breaking at my feet
In that far off heavenly temple where my Master and I 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 and the old man bowed his head
The committee went on back to town but Brother was dead
The missed him for awhile but he was soon forgotten
A few church goers watched the but the old man entered not

Far away his is sweet and he sings his heart desire
are there no church committees and no fashionable choirs
Let me hide in Thee