Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

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

His voice was cracked and age had touched his vocal chords
And nearly every he'd get behind and miss the words
Well at 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 a committee, I think it was three or four
And they got their big fine car and up to Ira's door
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, here, dear brother with the best resapprobation"
To discuss a matter that affects the congregation
Now it was our understanding we bargained for the chair
That they were to relieve us that is they'd do the for us

Now we don't no singin' except what we've bought
The newest are all the rage the old ones stand for naught
And so we have decided, are you listenin', Brother
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 caught the glitter of a
His feeble pushed back the locks as white as silky snow
And he answered the committee in a both soft and low

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

I if beyond the tide that's breaking at my feet
In that far off Heavenly where my Master, I shall meet
Yes, I wonder if when I try to sing the of God up higher
I wonder if they'll kick me out up there for singin' in Heaven's

A silence filled the little room the old man 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 goers watched the door but the old man entered not

Far his voice is sweet and he sings his heart's desire
Where are no church committees and no fashionable choirs
Let me hide in Thee