Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Keeper

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

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

My is Simon Keeper
I had a and three grown kids
A job in the towers cooking the
For the shills grease the skids

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kicked around 'bout a
Living hand to
one day tryin' to bum a light
I felt my will out

Sat down on a corner
prayin' a little too loud
Left my troubles far
When I saw them empty pockets out

Irony oh
You are a son of a bitch
Pretending not to about
The heights you'll 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
I've got another to tell
About a lost young man in a land
life is just too easy to sell

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

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