Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

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

Nobody where you live
Where do you go in the night?
All of the prophets, they come you
They can hear lonesome cry

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

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

a bugle blowing in the misty morning
What a haunting sound Times Square
Heard of the ghost of Street
out the door but no one was there

Out in the cold rain
I searching for this minstrel man
Played me a song to the pain
With the Army Band

When you're out on the dark all alone
When you're sleeping in the 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 like Don Quixote
And said, "Don't let the rapture you by"

In the neon and the asphalt jungle
He his cross of passion
Through the wreckage and the

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