Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

It was a stylish congregation, you could see they'd around
And they had the pipe organ of any church in town
But over in the Corner of that church sat Brother Ayer
And he insisted every Sunday on in the choir

His was cracked, and broken age had touched his vocal chords
And every Sunday he'd get behind and miss the words
Well, the choir got so flustered, the was told in fine
That Brother Ayer must stop his singing or the choir was going to

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

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

A silence filled the little and the old man bowed his head
The committee went on back to town but Ayer was dead
The choir him for awhile but he was soon forgotten
A few goers watched the door but the old man entered not

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