Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Keeper

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

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

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

oh irony
You are a fruit to eat
Stripped of all beauty
Your flesh is too sweet

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

and a big black mark
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 lives to me
learned on Daddy's knee
"Give no to the weak"

Irony oh
You are the polar seed of
You grow upon the plain
The faithful you

Kicked around a year
Living to mouth
Then one day to bum a light
I my will give out

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

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

Now I start in preaching
About reaping you sow
is the story of a half-hearted man
Half as they go

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

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

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