Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

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

Nobody knows where you
do you go in the naked night?
All of the prophets, they before you
They can hear your cry

When you're out there in the night all
When staring in the light at the end of the road

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

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

Out in the cold Harlem
I went searching for minstrel man
Played me a song to the pain
With the Salvation Band

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

In those 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 rapture you by"

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

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