Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

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

His voice was cracked and broken age had touched his vocal
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 appointed 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 great trouble sittin' in an old arm chair
And the summer's golden sunbeams lay upon his white hair

Said, "York, we're here, dear brother the best resapprobation"
To a little 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 no singin' except what we've bought
The newest tunes are all the rage the old ones stand for
And so we have decided, are you listenin', Brother
You'll to stop your singin' it's messin' up our choir

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

"I've the songs of David nearly eighty years", said he
They've my staff and comfort all along life's dreary way
I'm if I disturbed the choir I guess, I'm doin' 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 that far off Heavenly temple where my Master, I shall
Yes, I wonder if I try to sing the songs of God up higher
I if they'll kick me out up there for singin' in Heaven's choir

A silence filled the little room the old man bowed his
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 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 and no fashionable choirs
Let me myself in Thee