Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Keeper

Jesus was a
He died nailed to a cross
oh irony
Upon me it's lost

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

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

oh irony
You are a fruit to eat
Stripped of all your
Your flesh is none too

Now I ain't the most man
That ever a skim
I was caught with my hand in the jar
And brother was it

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

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

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

Irony oh
You are the seed of truth
You upon the open plain
The faithful you

Kicked around a year
hand to mouth
Then one day tryin' to bum a
I my will give out

Sat right down on a
Started prayin' a too loud
my troubles far behind
When I saw them empty their out

oh irony
You are a son of a bitch
Pretending not to about
The heights you'll never

Now I start in preaching
About what you sow
This is the of a half-hearted man
Half honest as go

But sit on down and rest a
I've got another tale to
About a young man in a faraway land
Whose life is just too to sell

was a carpenter
He died nailed to a cross
Irony oh
me it's never lost

Jesus was a
He died to a wooden cross
oh irony
Upon me it's lost