Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

Rock of cleft 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 Corner of church sat Brother Ira
And he insisted Sunday on singing in the choir

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

So the pastor appointed a committee, I think it was three or
And they got their big fine car and up to Ira's door
They 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 affects the congregation
Now it was our understanding when we bargained for the
That they 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 decided, are you listenin', Brother Ira?
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 glitter of a
His feeble hands back the locks as white as silky snow
And he answered the in a voice both soft and low

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

I wonder if beyond the tide 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 for singin' in Heaven's choir

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

Far away his voice is sweet and he sings his heart's
Where there are no church and no fashionable choirs
Let me myself in Thee