Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

Soap box standing on a corner
And all the they would gather round
You of faith 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, come before 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 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 pass you by"

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

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

When out there on the dark all alone
When sleeping in the park 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 pass you by"

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

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