Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

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

His voice was cracked and broken age had touched his vocal
And nearly 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 his singing or the choir was gonna resign

So the appointed a committee, I think it was three or four
And got their big fine car and drove 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 white

Said, "York, here, dear brother with the best resapprobation"
To discuss a matter that 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 tunes are all the rage the old ones stand for naught
And so we have decided, are you listenin', Ira?
You'll have to your 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 caught the of a tear
His feeble hands pushed back the locks as white as snow
And he answered the committee in a voice both and low

"I've sung the songs of David nearly years", said he
They've been my staff and comfort all life's dreary way
I'm if I disturbed the choir 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 Heavenly temple where my Master, I 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 the old man bowed his head
The committee went on back to 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 is sweet and he sings his heart's desire
there are no church committees and no fashionable choirs
Let me myself in Thee