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 pipe organ of any church in
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 broken age had touched his vocal
And nearly every Sunday he'd get behind and 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 gonna

So the pastor a committee, I think it was three or four
And they got big fine car and drove 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, brother with the best resapprobation"
To discuss a little matter affects the congregation
Now it was our understanding when we for the chair
That they were to us that is they'd do the singin' for us

Now we don't want no singin' except what bought
The newest tunes are all the rage the old 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 a sign that he did hear
And on his cheek the three men caught the glitter of a
His feeble hands pushed the locks as white as silky snow
And he answered the committee in a voice both and low

"I've sung the of David nearly eighty years", said he
been my staff and comfort all along life's dreary way
I'm sorry if I the choir I guess, I'm doin' 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 for singin' in Heaven's choir

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

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