Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Keeper

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

Gather 'round now
I'm to tell a tale
About a man who among you
A man you know well

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

oh irony
You are a bitter to eat
Stripped of all beauty
flesh is none too sweet

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

Fifty-four and a big black
my resume
I found selling off what you own
Might you the time of day

it was a letter
From my one
"What's is mine, what's mine is mine"
Sealed with a hug and

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

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

around 'bout a year
Living to mouth
one day tryin' to bum a light
I my will give out

Sat right on a corner
Started a little too loud
my troubles far behind
When I saw them empty pockets out

Irony oh
You are a treacherous son of a
not to care about
The heights never reach

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

But sit on and rest a spell
got another tale to tell
About a young man in a faraway land
Whose is just too easy to sell

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

was a carpenter
He died nailed to a wooden
Irony oh
Upon me it's lost