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 organ of any church in town
But over in the Amen 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 chords
And nearly every Sunday he'd get behind and the words
Well, the choir got so flustered, the church was told in
That Ayer must stop his singing or the choir was going to resign

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

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

The old man raised his 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 beyond the that's breaking at my feet
In that far off heavenly where my Master and I shall meet
Yes, I wonder if, when I try to sing the song of God up
I wonder if they'll kick me out of there for singing in choir

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

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