Luyện nghe bài hát Fit For A King

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

His khakis are tattered and he bathed in weeks
His with the bottle shows up on his cheeks
He looks like a scarecrow, s sight to
As he works for the shepherd bringin' to the fold

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

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

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

He knows soon in Heaven be homeless no more
As his work soon echo from that far distant shore

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

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