Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

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

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

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

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

Out in the Harlem rain
I went for this minstrel man
Played me a song to the pain
With the Salvation 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, all over the sky
Then he 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 of passion
Through the wreckage and the

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