Luyện nghe bài hát Fit For A King

His pulpit's a on 19th and Main
His grip on the gospel, his one claim to
He hurls fire and at the cars passing by
And he salvation for the savior on high

His khakis are tattered and he ain't in weeks
His 'bout with the bottle shows up on his
He looks like a scarecrow, s sight to
As he works for the shepherd bringin' lambs to the

He points to the Bible, he holds in his
I'm proof that the good Lord can save any man

Son, it ain't what you're driving or the clothes that you
possessions won't matter up there
And someday in Heaven when the all sing
these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king

He's fighting a fever but in spite of the
He pulls up his collar and he speaks of Gods
His body is but his faith is still strong
For filled with conviction for the mission he's on

He knows in Heaven he'll be homeless no more
As his work will soon echo from that far distant

Son, it ain't what you're or the clothes that you wear
Material possessions matter up there
And someday in Heaven when the angels all
Well rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king

Someday in when the angels all sing
Well these that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king
be fit for a king