Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

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

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

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

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

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

"I wonder if beyond the that's breaking at my feet
In that far off heavenly temple 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 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 missed 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
are there no church committees and no fashionable choirs
Let me myself in Thee