Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

It was a stylish congregation, you could see they'd been
And had the biggest pipe organ of any church in town
But over in the Amen Corner of that sat Brother Ayer
And he insisted every on singing 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 got so flustered, the church was told in fine
That Brother Ayer must stop his singing or the choir was going to

So the pastor a committee, I think it was three or four
And they got in their big cars and drove up to Ayer's door
They find the choir's great trouble sittin' 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 vestries
To discuss a little matter that affects the
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 men caught the glitter of a tear
His feeble pushed back the locks as white as silky snow
And he answered the committee in a voice soft and low

"I wonder if beyond the tide that's 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 me out of there for singing in heaven's choir

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

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