Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

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

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

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

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"

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

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

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

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

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

In proud 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 rapture, don't let the pass you by
Don't let it you by
Ooh, let it pass you by"