Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

Rock of ages 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 church sat Ira
And he insisted every Sunday on singing in the

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 cloud and the church was told in vine
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 they got their big fine car and up to Ira's door
found the choir's great trouble sittin' in an old arm chair
And the summer's golden sunbeams lay upon his snow hair

Said, "York, we're here, dear with the best resapprobation"
To discuss a little matter that affects the
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' except we've bought
The newest tunes are all the rage the old ones for naught
And so we decided, are you listenin', Brother Ira?
You'll have to stop your 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 the locks as white as silky snow
And he answered the committee in a voice soft and low

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

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

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

Far away his voice is sweet and he sings his heart's
Where there are no committees and no fashionable choirs
Let me hide myself in