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 biggest pipe organ of any in town
But over in the Amen Corner of that sat Brother Ira
And he insisted every on singing in the choir

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

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
found the choir's great trouble sittin' in an old arm chair
And the summer's golden sunbeams lay his snow white hair

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

Now we don't want no singin' what we've bought
The newest tunes are all the rage the old stand for naught
And so we have decided, are you listenin', Ira?
You'll have to stop singin' it's messin' up our choir

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

"I've sung the songs of David eighty years", said he
been my staff and comfort all along life's dreary way
I'm sorry if I disturbed the I guess, I'm doin' wrong
But when my heart is filled with praise, I can't back a song

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

A silence filled the little room the old man bowed his
The went on back to town but Brother Ira was dead
Oh the choir missed him for a while but he was 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 committees and no fashionable
Let me hide myself in