Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Keeper

Jesus was a
He nailed to a wooden cross
oh irony
Upon me it's never

'round now people
I'm here to a tale
About a man who walks you
A man you each well

My name is Simon
I had a wife and grown kids
A job in the cooking the books
For the shills that grease the

Irony oh
You are a fruit to eat
Stripped of all beauty
flesh is none too sweet

Now I the most honest man
ever worked a skim
I was caught with my in the cookie jar
And that was it

Fifty-four and a big black
Upon my
I found selling off you don't own
Might earn you the of day

Next it was a
From my one
"What's yours is mine, mine is mine"
Sealed a hug and kiss

One by one my
Closed lives to me
Lessons learned on Daddy's
"Give no to the weak"

Irony oh
You are the polar of truth
You grow upon the plain
The you uproot

Kicked around a year
Living hand to
Then one day to bum a light
I felt my give out

Sat right on a corner
Started prayin' a little too
my troubles far behind
When I saw empty their pockets out

oh irony
You are a treacherous son of a
not to care about
The heights you'll reach

Now I won't in preaching
About reaping you sow
is the story of a half-hearted man
Half honest as go

But sit on and rest a spell
I've got tale to tell
About a lost young man in a faraway
Whose life is too easy to sell

Jesus was a
He died nailed to a cross
oh irony
Upon me it's never

Jesus was a
He died nailed to a cross
oh irony
Upon me it's never