Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

Rock of cleft for me
It was a stylish congregation you could see, they'd been
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 every on singing in the choir

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

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

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

Now we don't want no except what we've bought
The newest tunes are all the rage the old ones for naught
And so we have decided, are you listenin', Ira?
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 the glitter of a tear
His feeble pushed back the locks as white as silky snow
And he answered the committee in a both soft and low

"I've sung the songs of David nearly 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 when my heart is filled with praise, I can't hold a song

I wonder if the tide that's breaking at my feet
In that far off Heavenly temple where my Master, I shall
Yes, I wonder if when I try to the songs of God up higher
I wonder if kick me out up there for singin' in Heaven's choir

A filled 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 while but he was soon
And a few church 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 committees and no fashionable choirs
Let me myself in Thee