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 of any church in town
But over in the Amen Corner of that church sat Ira
And he insisted Sunday on singing in the choir

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

So the pastor a committee, I think it was three 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 summer's golden lay upon his snow white hair

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

Now we want no singin' except what we've bought
The newest tunes are all the the old ones stand for naught
And so we decided, are you listenin', Brother Ira?
have to stop your singin' it's messin' up our choir

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

"I've sung the songs of David nearly 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 back a

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

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

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