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 organ of any church in
But over in the Amen Corner of that church sat Brother
And he insisted every Sunday on in the choir

His voice was cracked, and broken age had touched his chords
And nearly Sunday he'd get behind and miss the words
Well, the choir got so flustered, the was told in fine
That Brother Ayer must 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 cars and 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, here dear Brother with the vestries approbation
To discuss a little matter that affects the
Now, it seems that your voice has interfered with the
So, if you'll lay out, are you listening Brother Ayer?"

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

"I wonder if the tide that's breaking at my feet
In that far off heavenly temple where my 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 for singing in heaven's choir

A silence the little room and the old man bowed his head
The committee went on back to town but Ayer was dead
The choir missed him for but he was soon forgotten
A few goers watched 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