Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

Rock of cleft for me
It was a stylish congregation you could see, been around
And they had the biggest pipe organ of any church in
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 every 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 must his singing or the choir was gonna resign

So the appointed a committee, I think it was three or four
And got their big fine car and drove up to Ira's door
They the choir's 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 with the best resapprobation"
To discuss a little matter that affects the
Now it was our when 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 tunes are all the rage the old ones stand for naught
And so we have decided, are you listenin', Brother
You'll have to stop singin' it's messin' up our choir

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

"I've sung the songs of nearly eighty years", said he
They've been my staff and comfort all along dreary way
I'm sorry if I the choir 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 breaking at my
In that far off temple where my Master, I shall 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 filled the little room the old man bowed his head
The committee went on back to town but Brother Ira was
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 desire
Where there are no church committees and no choirs
Let me myself in Thee