Luyện nghe bài hát Fit For A King

His pulpit's a corner on 19th and
His on the gospel, his one claim 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 like a scarecrow, s sight to behold
As he works for the bringin' lambs to the fold

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

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

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

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

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

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