Luyện nghe bài hát Fit For A King

His pulpit's a corner on 19th and
His grip on the gospel, his one claim to
He hurls fire and brimstone at the cars by
And he offers salvation for the on high

His are tattered and he ain't bathed in weeks
His 'bout with the shows up on his cheeks
He looks like a scarecrow, s sight to
As he works for the shepherd lambs to the fold

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

Son, it what you're driving or the clothes that you wear
possessions won't matter up there
And someday in Heaven 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 speaks of will
His body is but his faith is still strong
For he's filled conviction for the mission he's on

He soon in Heaven he'll be homeless no more
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 Heaven when the all sing
Well these that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king

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