Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

Rock of ages for me
It was a congregation you could see, they'd been around
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 on singing in the choir

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

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

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

Now we don't want no singin' except what we've
The newest are all the rage the old ones stand for naught
And so we decided, are you listenin', Brother Ira?
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 caught the 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've sung the songs of David eighty years", said he
They've been my staff and comfort all along life's 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 hold back a

I if beyond the tide that's breaking at my feet
In far off Heavenly 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 filled the little room the old man bowed his head
The committee went on back to but Brother Ira was dead
Oh the choir missed him for a while but he was forgot
And a few goers watched the door but the old man entered not

Far away his voice is sweet and he his heart's desire
Where are no church committees and no fashionable choirs
Let me myself in Thee