Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

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

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

When out there in the night all alone
When 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 his hat just like Don Quixote
And said, "Don't let the pass you by"

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

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

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

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

In the wilderness and the asphalt jungle
He carries his of passion
Through the wreckage and the

In those shoes, coming on up the alley
In those proud shoes, 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"