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 blaze of
But those that fear, they wanna you down

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

When you're out 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 proud shoes, all over the sky
Then he his hat just like Don Quixote
And said, "Don't let the pass you by"

Heard a bugle in the misty morning
What a haunting sound over Square
Heard of the ghost of 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 Army Band

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

In those shoes, coming on up the alley
In those 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 wilderness and the asphalt jungle
He carries his cross of
the wreckage and the rumble

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