Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

Soap box standing on a corner
And all the people they would gather
You speak of with a blaze of glory
But that fear, they 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 in the night all alone
When you're in the light at the end of the road

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

Heard a bugle in the misty morning
What a haunting over Times Square
Heard of the of 52nd Street
Looked out the but no one was there

Out in the cold rain
I went searching for this man
me a song to ease 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 proud shoes, coming on up the alley
In those proud shoes, all over the sky
Then he tipped his hat just Don Quixote
And said, "Don't let the rapture you by"

In the neon wilderness and the asphalt
He his cross of passion
the wreckage and the rumble

In proud 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, let the rapture pass you by
let it pass you by
Ooh, let it pass you by"