Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

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

knows where you live
Where do you go in the night?
All of the prophets, come before you
They can hear your cry

When 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 rapture you by"

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

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

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

In those 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 you by"

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

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, don't let the pass you by
Don't let it you by
Ooh, don't let it you by"