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 pipe organ of any church in town
But in the Amen Corner of that church 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 every Sunday he'd get behind and the words
Well at last the storm cloud burst and the church was in vine
Brother Ira must stop his singing 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 drove up to door
They found the choir's great trouble sittin' in an old arm
And the summer's golden sunbeams lay his snow white hair

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

Now we don't want no singin' except we've bought
The newest tunes are all the the old ones stand for naught
And so we have decided, are you listenin', Brother
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 men caught the glitter of a tear
His feeble pushed back the locks as white as silky snow
And he the committee in a voice both soft and low

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

I if beyond the tide that's 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 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 voice is sweet and he his heart's desire
Where there are no church committees and no choirs
Let me hide in Thee