Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

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

knows where you live
Where do you go in the naked
All of the prophets, they before you
They can hear your cry

When you're out there in the 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, walks all the sky
Then he tipped his hat just Don Quixote
And said, "Don't let the pass you by"

Heard a blowing 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 cold rain
I went searching for this man
Played me a to ease the pain
With the Salvation Band

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

In those shoes, coming 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 wilderness and the asphalt jungle
He carries his of passion
Through the and the rumble

In those proud shoes, on up the alley
In those 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 rapture you by
let it pass you by
Ooh, let it pass you by"