Luyện nghe bài hát Soap Box Preacher

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

knows where you live
Where do you go in the night?
All of the prophets, they before you
They can hear lonesome cry

When out there in the night all alone
When 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
he tipped his hat just like Don Quixote
And said, "Don't let the pass you by"

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

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

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

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

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

In those proud shoes, coming on up the
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, don't let it you by"