Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

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

His was cracked and broken age had touched his vocal chords
And every Sunday he'd 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 was gonna resign

So the pastor appointed a committee, I 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 summer's golden sunbeams lay upon his snow white

Said, "York, we're here, dear brother the best resapprobation"
To discuss a matter that affects 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 we've bought
The newest tunes are all the rage the old ones for naught
And so we have decided, are you listenin', Brother
You'll have to stop your singin' messin' up our choir

The old man his head a sign that he did hear
And on his cheek the three men caught the of a tear
His feeble hands pushed back the locks as white as snow
And he answered the committee in a 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 my heart is filled with praise, I can't hold back a song

I if beyond the tide that's breaking at my feet
In far off Heavenly temple where my Master, I shall meet
Yes, I wonder if I try to sing the songs of God up higher
I wonder if they'll 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 him for a while but he was soon forgot
And a few goers watched the door but the old man entered not

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