Luyện nghe bài hát Trouble In The Amen Corner

Rock of cleft 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 Corner of that church sat Brother Ira
And he insisted every Sunday on in the choir

His voice was cracked and broken age had touched his vocal
And nearly every Sunday he'd get behind and miss the
Well at last the storm cloud and the church was told in vine
Brother 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
found the choir's great trouble sittin' in an old arm chair
And the summer's golden sunbeams lay upon his snow white

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

Now we want no singin' except what we've bought
The newest are all the rage the old ones stand for naught
And so we decided, are you listenin', Brother Ira?
You'll have to stop your singin' it's messin' up our

The old man raised his a sign that he did hear
And on his the three men caught the glitter of a tear
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 nearly eighty years", said he
They've my staff and comfort all along life's dreary way
I'm sorry if I disturbed the choir I guess, I'm wrong
But my heart is filled with praise, I can't hold 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 the songs of God up higher
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 but Brother Ira was dead
Oh the choir missed him for a while but he was forgot
And a few goers watched the door but the old man entered not

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