Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

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

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

When out there 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 proud shoes, walks all over the sky
he tipped his hat just like Don Quixote
And said, "Don't let the rapture you by"

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

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

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

In those 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 pass you by"

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

In those proud shoes, coming on up the
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"