Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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