Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Keeper

Jesus was a
He died nailed to a cross
Irony oh
Upon me never lost

Gather now people
I'm to tell a tale
About a man who walks you
A man you each know

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

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

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

Fifty-four and a big mark
my resume
I found off what you don't own
Might you the time of day

it was a letter
From my 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"

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

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 little too
Left my far behind
When I saw them their pockets out

oh irony
You are a son of a bitch
Pretending not to care
The heights never reach

Now I start in preaching
About what you sow
This is the story of a man
honest as they go

But sit on and rest a spell
got another 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
Irony oh
Upon me it's never

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