Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

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

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

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

Said, "York, we're here dear Brother with the approbation
To discuss a matter that affects the congregation
Now, it seems that your has interfered 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 men caught the glitter of a tear
His feeble hands pushed back the locks as 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 if, when 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 town but Ayer was dead
The choir missed him for 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 church committees and no choirs
Let me hide in Thee