Luyện nghe bài hát Fit For A King

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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