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

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

So the pastor appointed a committee, I 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 golden sunbeams lay his snow white hair

Said, "York, we're here, dear brother with the 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 bought
The newest tunes are all the rage the old ones stand for
And so we have decided, are you listenin', 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 cheek the three men caught the of a tear
His feeble hands pushed back the locks as as silky snow
And he answered the committee in a voice both and low

"I've sung the songs of David nearly years", said he
They've been my staff and comfort all along dreary way
I'm sorry if I disturbed the I guess, I'm doin' wrong
But when my heart is with praise, I can't hold back 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 wonder if they'll kick me out up 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 Brother Ira was
Oh the choir missed him for a but he was soon forgot
And a few church goers watched the door but the old man not

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