Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Keeper

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

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

My name is Keeper
I had a wife and grown kids
A job in the towers cooking the
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 ever worked a
I was with my hand in the cookie jar
And that was it

Fifty-four and a big mark
Upon my
I selling off what you don't own
Might you the time of day

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

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

Irony oh
You are the polar of truth
You grow upon the plain
The faithful you

Kicked around a year
hand to mouth
Then one day to bum a light
I felt my will out

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

Irony oh
You are a son of a bitch
Pretending not to about
The heights you'll reach

Now I won't start in
About what you sow
is the story of a half-hearted man
Half as they go

But sit on down and a spell
got another tale to tell
About a lost young man in a land
Whose life is just too to sell

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

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