Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Keeper

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

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

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

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

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

Fifty-four and a big mark
Upon my
I found selling off what you own
Might earn you the of day

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

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 upon the plain
The you uproot

around 'bout a year
Living hand to
Then one day tryin' to bum a
I my will give out

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

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

Now I won't in preaching
reaping what you sow
This is the story of a man
honest as they go

But sit on down and a spell
I've got another tale to
About a young man in a faraway land
Whose is just too easy to sell

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

was a carpenter
He died nailed to a wooden
Irony oh
me it's never lost