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 here to tell a
a man who walks among you
A man you each know

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

Irony oh
You are a fruit to eat
Stripped of all your
flesh is none too sweet

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

and a big black mark
Upon my
I selling off what you don't own
Might earn you the of day

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

One by one my
Closed lives 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 faithful you

Kicked 'bout a year
hand to mouth
Then one day to bum a light
I felt my give out

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

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

Now I won't start in
reaping what you sow
This is the of a half-hearted man
Half honest as go

But sit on and rest a spell
I've got another tale to
About a lost man in a faraway land
life is just 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 never lost