Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

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

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

So the pastor appointed a committee, I it was three or four
And they got their big fine car and up to Ira's door
They found the choir's trouble sittin' in an old arm chair
And the summer's golden sunbeams lay upon his snow white

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

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

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

"I've sung the songs of David eighty years", said he
They've been my staff and 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 wonder if beyond the tide breaking at my feet
In that far off Heavenly temple my Master, I shall meet
Yes, I wonder if when I try to sing the songs of God up
I wonder if they'll kick me out up there for in Heaven's choir

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

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