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 church sat Brother Ayer
And he insisted every Sunday on singing in the

His voice was cracked, and broken age had his vocal chords
And nearly every Sunday he'd get and miss the words
Well, the choir got so flustered, the church was told in
That Brother Ayer must 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 their big cars and drove up to Ayer's door
They find the choir's great trouble there in an old arm chair
And the golden sunbeams lay upon his snow white hair

Said, "York, we're here Brother with the vestries approbation
To discuss a little matter that the congregation
Now, it that your voice has interfered 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 caught the glitter of a
His feeble hands pushed back the locks as as silky snow
And he answered the in a voice both soft and low

"I if beyond 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 the song of God up higher
I wonder if they'll me out of there for singing 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 Ayer was
The choir missed him for awhile but he was soon
A few church watched the door but the old man entered not

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