Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

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

His voice was cracked and broken age had touched his vocal
And every Sunday he'd get behind 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 pastor appointed a committee, I think it was or four
And got their big fine car and drove up to Ira's door
found the choir's great trouble sittin' in an old arm chair
And the golden sunbeams lay upon his snow white hair

Said, "York, we're here, dear brother with the resapprobation"
To a little matter 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 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 singin' it's messin' up our

The old man raised his head a sign that he did
And on his the three men caught the glitter of a tear
His feeble hands pushed 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 eighty years", he
They've my staff and comfort all along life's dreary way
I'm sorry if I disturbed the choir I guess, I'm wrong
But when my heart is filled with praise, I can't hold back a

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

A silence filled the little room the old man bowed his
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 watched the door but the old man entered not

Far away his voice is sweet and he his heart's desire
Where are no church committees and no fashionable choirs
Let me hide in Thee