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 had the biggest pipe organ of any church in town
But in the Amen Corner of that church sat Brother Ira
And he insisted every Sunday on singing in the

His voice was cracked and broken age had touched his chords
And every Sunday he'd get behind and miss the words
Well at last the cloud burst and the church was told in vine
That Brother Ira must stop his 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 great trouble sittin' in an old arm chair
And the golden sunbeams lay upon his snow white hair

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

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

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

"I've sung the songs of David eighty years", said he
They've been my staff and 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 with praise, I can't hold a song

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

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

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