Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Keeper

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

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

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

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

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

and a big black mark
Upon my
I selling off what 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 their to me
learned on Daddy's knee
"Give no to the weak"

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

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

Sat down on a corner
Started prayin' a little too
my troubles far behind
When I saw them their pockets out

Irony oh
You are a treacherous son of a
Pretending not to care
The heights you'll never

Now I won't in preaching
About what you sow
This is the of a half-hearted man
honest as they go

But sit on down and a spell
I've got tale to tell
About a lost young man in a faraway
Whose life is just too to sell

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

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