Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

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

Nobody where you live
Where do you go in the night
All of the prophets come before you
They can hear lonesome cry

When you're out there in the
All
you're staring in the light
At the end of the

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

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

Out in the cold Harlem
I went for this minstrel man
Played me a song to ease the
a Salvation Army band

When you're out there on the
All
When you're sleeping in the
At the end of the

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

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

let it pass you by