Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A silence the little room 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 goers watched the door but the old man not

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