Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

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

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

So the appointed a committee, I think it was three or four
And they got their big fine car and up to Ira's door
They found the choir's great trouble sittin' in an old arm
And the summer's golden sunbeams lay upon his snow hair

Said, "York, we're here, brother with the best resapprobation"
To discuss a little that affects the congregation
Now it was our understanding we bargained for the chair
they were to relieve us that is they'd do the singin' for us

Now we don't want no 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', Ira?
You'll have to stop your singin' it's messin' up our

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

"I've sung the songs of nearly eighty years", said he
They've been my 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 temple where my Master, I shall meet
Yes, I wonder if when I try to sing the songs of God up
I wonder if they'll kick me out up there for singin' in choir

A silence the little room the old man bowed his head
The went on back to town but Brother Ira was dead
Oh the choir missed him for a but he was soon forgot
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 there are no church and no fashionable choirs
Let me hide myself in