Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

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

His voice was cracked and broken age had his vocal chords
And nearly Sunday he'd 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 a committee, I think it was three or four
And got their big fine car and drove 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, we're here, dear brother the best resapprobation"
To discuss a little matter that the congregation
Now it was our when we bargained for the chair
That they to relieve us that 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 the old ones stand for naught
And so we have decided, are you listenin', Ira?
You'll have to your singin' it's messin' up our choir

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

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

I wonder if beyond the 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 the songs of God up higher
I wonder if they'll me out up there for singin' in Heaven's choir

A silence the little room the old man bowed his head
The committee on back to town but Brother Ira was dead
Oh the choir missed him for a while but he was forgot
And a few church goers watched the but the old man entered not

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