Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

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

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

When out there in the night all alone
you're staring in the light 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"

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

Out in the cold rain
I went searching for this man
Played me a song to ease the
With the Salvation Army

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

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

In the neon wilderness and the jungle
He his cross of passion
Through the and the rumble

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