Luyện nghe bài hát Fit For A King

His pulpit's a corner on 19th and
His grip on the gospel, his one to fame
He hurls fire and brimstone at the passing by
And he offers salvation for the savior on

His khakis are tattered and he ain't bathed in
His with the bottle shows up on his cheeks
He looks like a scarecrow, s sight to
As he works for the shepherd bringin' to the fold

He points to the Bible, he holds in his
Says I'm proof the good Lord can save any man

Son, it ain't what you're driving or the clothes you wear
possessions won't matter up there
And someday in Heaven when the angels all
these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king

He's fighting a fever but in spite of the
He pulls up his collar and he speaks of will
His body is weakened but his faith is strong
For he's filled with for the mission he's on

He knows soon in Heaven be homeless no more
As his work will echo from that far distant shore

Son, it ain't you're driving or the clothes that you wear
Material won't matter up there
And someday in when the angels all sing
Well these rags that I'm will be fit for a king

in Heaven when the angels all sing
Well these rags that I'm will be fit for a king
be fit for a king