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 hurls fire and brimstone at the passing by
And he offers for the savior on high

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

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

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

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

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

Son, it ain't what driving or the clothes that you wear
Material possessions won't matter up
And someday in when the angels 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 wearin' will be fit for a
be fit for a king