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 of glory
But those that fear, they wanna 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 out there in the night all alone
you're staring in the light 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 rapture you by"

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

Out in the cold Harlem
I searching for this minstrel man
me a song to ease the pain
With the Army Band

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

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

In the neon wilderness and the jungle
He carries his cross of
Through the wreckage and the

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