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

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

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

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

Now we don't want no except what 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 singin' messin' up our choir

The old man raised his head a that he did hear
And on his cheek the three men caught the glitter of a
His feeble hands pushed 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 nearly eighty years", he
They've been my staff and comfort all along dreary way
I'm sorry if I disturbed the choir I guess, I'm wrong
But when my heart is with praise, I can't hold back a song

I wonder if beyond the that's 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 kick me out up there for singin' in Heaven's choir

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

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