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 Amen Corner of that church sat Ira
And he insisted every Sunday on in the choir

His voice was cracked and broken age had touched his vocal
And nearly every Sunday get behind and miss the words
Well at last the storm cloud burst and the was told in vine
That Brother Ira must stop his singing or the choir was gonna

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

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

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

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

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

I wonder if beyond the tide breaking at my feet
In far off Heavenly temple where my Master, I shall meet
Yes, I wonder if when I try to sing the of God up higher
I if they'll 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 to town but Brother Ira was dead
Oh the choir missed him for a while but he was soon
And a few church goers watched the door but the old man not

Far away his voice is sweet and he sings his desire
Where there are no church committees and no choirs
Let me hide in Thee