Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

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

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

So the pastor appointed a committee, I think it was or four
And they got their big fine car and drove up to Ira's
found the choir's great trouble 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 matter affects the congregation
Now it was our when we bargained for the chair
That they were to relieve us is they'd do the singin' for us

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

The old man raised his head a that he did hear
And on his cheek the men caught the glitter of a tear
His feeble hands pushed 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 nearly eighty years", he
They've been my staff and comfort all along life's way
I'm sorry if I disturbed the choir I guess, I'm wrong
But when my heart is filled with praise, I 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 the old man bowed his head
The committee went on back to town but Brother Ira was
Oh the missed him for a while but he was soon forgot
And a few church 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 hide myself in