Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

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

Nobody knows you live
do you go in the naked night
All of the prophets come before you
can hear your lonesome cry

When you're out in the night
All
When 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
Then he tipped his hat like Don Quixote
And said let the rapture pass you by

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

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

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

In the wilderness and the ashphalt jungle
He carries his of passion
the wreckage and the rumble

In those proud shoes, coming on up the
In those shoes, walks all over the sky
Then he his hat just like Don Quixote
And said let the rapture
let the rapture pass you by

Don't let it you by