Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

Rock of cleft for me
It was a stylish congregation you could see, they'd been
And they had the pipe organ of any church in town
But over in the Corner of that church sat Brother Ira
And he insisted every Sunday on singing in the

His voice was cracked and broken age had his vocal chords
And nearly Sunday he'd get behind and miss the words
Well at last the storm cloud and the church was told in vine
That Ira must stop his singing or the choir was gonna resign

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

Said, "York, we're here, brother with the best resapprobation"
To discuss a little that affects the congregation
Now it was our understanding when we bargained for the
That they to relieve us that is they'd do the singin' for us

Now we don't want no singin' what we've bought
The newest tunes are all the rage the old stand for naught
And so we have decided, are you listenin', Ira?
You'll have to stop your singin' it's up our choir

The old man raised his a sign that he did hear
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 the committee in a voice both soft and low

"I've sung the songs of David eighty years", said he
They've been my staff and comfort all life's dreary way
I'm sorry if I disturbed the choir I guess, I'm wrong
But when my heart is with praise, I can't hold back a song

I if beyond the tide that's breaking at my feet
In that far off Heavenly temple where my Master, I meet
Yes, I wonder if when I try to sing the songs of God up
I wonder if they'll kick me out up there for singin' in Heaven's

A silence filled the little room the old man his head
The committee went on back to town but Brother Ira was
Oh the choir him for a while but he was soon forgot
And a few church goers the door but the old man entered not

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