Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

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

knows where you live
Where do you go in the naked
All of the prophets, they come you
can hear your lonesome cry

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

In proud shoes, coming on up the alley
In those proud shoes, walks all 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
Heard of the of 52nd Street
Looked out the but no one was there

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

When you're out there on the all alone
When you're in the park 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 like Don
And said, "Don't let the rapture you by"

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

In proud shoes, coming on up the alley
In those proud shoes, walks all the sky
Then he tipped his hat like Don Quixote
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"