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 pipe organ of any church in
But over in the Amen Corner of that sat Brother Ayer
And he every Sunday on singing in the choir

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

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

The old man his head 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 white as silky
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, when I try to sing the 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 went on back to town but Brother Ayer was dead
The choir missed him for awhile but he was soon
A few church goers watched the but the old man entered not

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