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 organ of any church in town
But over in the Amen Corner of that church sat 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 get behind and miss the words
Well, the choir got so flustered, the church was in fine
That Brother Ayer stop his singing or the choir was going to resign

So the pastor a committee, I think it was three or four
And they got in their big fine cars and drove up to door
find the choir's great trouble sittin' there in an old arm chair
And the golden sunbeams lay upon his snow white hair

Said, "York, we're here dear with the vestries approbation
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 listening Ayer?"

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

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

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

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