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 biggest pipe of any church in town
But over in the Amen Corner of that sat Brother Ira
And he insisted every Sunday on singing in the

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

So the pastor appointed a committee, I think it was or four
And they got their big car and drove up to Ira's door
They found the great trouble sittin' in an old arm chair
And the summer's golden sunbeams lay 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 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 tunes are all the rage the old ones for naught
And so we have decided, are you listenin', Brother
You'll to stop your singin' it's messin' up our choir

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

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

I wonder if beyond the tide that's 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 me out up there for singin' in Heaven's choir

A silence filled the room the old man bowed his head
The committee went on back to town but Brother Ira was
Oh the choir missed him for a 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 his heart's desire
Where there are no committees and no fashionable choirs
Let me hide myself in