Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

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

Nobody where you live
Where do you go in the naked
All of the prophets, come before you
can hear your lonesome cry

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

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

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

Out in the cold Harlem
I went for this minstrel man
Played me a song to ease the
With the Salvation Band

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

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

In the wilderness 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, all over 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"