Luyện nghe bài hát Fit For A King

His pulpit's a corner on and Main
His grip on the gospel, his one to fame
He fire and brimstone at the cars passing by
And he offers salvation for the savior on

His khakis are tattered and he ain't bathed in
His 'bout with the bottle up on his cheeks
He like a scarecrow, s sight to behold
As he works for the bringin' lambs to the fold

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

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

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

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

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

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