Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

Soap box preacher standing on a
And all the people they gather round
You speak of faith with a of glory
But those that fear, wanna knock you down

Nobody knows where you
Where do you go in the naked
All of the prophets, they before you
They can hear your cry

you're out there in the night all alone
When staring in the light at the end of the road

In those proud shoes, coming on up the
In those shoes, walks all over the sky
Then he tipped his hat just like Don
And said, "Don't let the pass you by"

a bugle blowing in the misty morning
What a haunting sound over Times
Heard of the ghost of 52nd
Looked out the door but no one was

Out in the cold Harlem
I went searching for minstrel man
Played me a song to the pain
the Salvation Army Band

When you're out there on the dark all
When you're in the park at the end of the road

In proud shoes, coming on up the alley
In those proud shoes, walks all the sky
Then he tipped his hat just like Don
And said, "Don't let the pass you by"

In the neon wilderness and the jungle
He carries his of passion
the wreckage and the rumble

In those proud shoes, coming on up the
In proud shoes, walks all over the sky
he tipped his hat just like Don Quixote
And said, "Don't let the rapture, don't let the pass you by
let it pass you by
Ooh, don't let it you by"