Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

It was a stylish congregation, you see they'd been around
And they had the biggest organ of any church in town
But over in the Amen 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 get behind and miss the words
Well, the got so flustered, the church was told in fine
That Brother Ayer must his singing or the choir was going to resign

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

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

The old man his head 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 both soft and low

"I wonder if beyond the that's breaking at my feet
In far off heavenly temple where 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 his head
The committee went on back to town but Ayer was dead
The choir missed him for awhile but he was forgotten
A few church goers watched the but the old man entered not

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