Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

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

Nobody knows where you
Where do you go in the night?
All of the prophets, they 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 shoes, coming on up the alley
In proud 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 Harlem rain
I went for this minstrel man
me a song to ease the pain
With the Salvation Band

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

In the wilderness and the asphalt jungle
He carries his cross of
the wreckage and the rumble

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