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 brimstone at the passing by
And he offers salvation for the on high

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

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

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

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

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

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

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