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 biggest pipe organ of any church in
But over in the Amen Corner of that church sat 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 behind and miss the
Well at last the storm burst and the church was told in vine
That Brother Ira must stop his singing or the choir was resign

So the pastor appointed a committee, I think it was 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 golden sunbeams lay upon his snow white hair

Said, "York, we're here, brother 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 don't want no singin' except what bought
The newest tunes are all the the old ones stand for naught
And so we decided, are you listenin', Brother Ira?
You'll have to stop your singin' it's up our choir

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

"I've the songs of David nearly eighty years", said he
been my staff and comfort all along life's dreary way
I'm if I disturbed the choir I guess, I'm doin' wrong
But when my heart is filled 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 where my Master, I shall
Yes, I wonder if when I try to sing the of God up higher
I wonder if they'll kick me out up there for 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 him for a while but he was soon forgot
And a few church goers watched the but the old man entered not

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