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 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 age had touched his vocal chords
And nearly every Sunday he'd get and miss the words
Well, the choir got so flustered, the was told in fine
That Brother Ayer stop 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 Ayer's
They find the choir's great trouble there in an old arm chair
And the summer's golden sunbeams lay upon his white hair

Said, "York, we're here dear Brother with the approbation
To discuss a little matter that the congregation
Now, it seems that your voice has interfered the choir
So, if just 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 the glitter of a tear
His feeble hands pushed back the as white as silky snow
And he answered the committee in a voice soft and low

"I wonder if beyond the tide breaking at my feet
In that far off heavenly temple where my 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 choir

A silence the little room 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 sweet and he sings his heart
Where are no church committees and no fashionable choirs
Let me myself in Thee