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 organ of any 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 chords
And nearly every Sunday he'd get behind and miss the
Well, the choir got so flustered, the was told in fine
That Brother Ayer must stop his singing or the choir was 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 door
They find the choir's great trouble sittin' there in an old arm
And the summer's golden sunbeams lay upon his snow white

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

The old man raised his head a sign that he had
And on his cheek the three men caught the glitter of a
His hands pushed back 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 Master and I meet
Yes, I if, when I try to sing the song of God up higher
I wonder if they'll kick me out of for singing in heaven's choir

A silence filled the little room and the old man his head
The committee went on back to 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 desire
Where are there no church and no fashionable choirs
Let me myself in Thee