Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Keeper

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

Gather 'round now
I'm to tell 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 towers cooking the
For the shills grease the skids

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

Now I the most honest 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 off what you don't own
Might earn you the of day

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

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

oh irony
You are the polar seed of
You upon the open plain
The faithful you

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

Sat right down on a
Started prayin' a too loud
my troubles 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
reaping what you sow
This is the of a half-hearted man
Half as they go

But sit on and rest a spell
I've got another to tell
About a lost young man in a faraway
Whose life is just too easy to

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

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