Luyện nghe bài hát Fit For A King

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

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 for the shepherd 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 what you're driving or the clothes you wear
possessions won't matter up there
And in Heaven when the angels all sing
Well these rags that I'm will be fit for a king

He's fighting a fever but in of the chill
He pulls up his collar and he of Gods will
His body is weakened but his is still strong
For filled 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 what you're driving or the clothes that you wear
Material possessions matter up there
And someday in when the angels all sing
Well these rags that I'm 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
Will be fit for a