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

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

oh irony
You are a bitter to eat
Stripped of all your
flesh is none too sweet

Now I the most honest man
That ever worked a
I was caught my hand in the cookie jar
And brother was it

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

Next it was a
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 on Daddy's knee
"Give no to the weak"

oh irony
You are the polar of truth
You upon the open plain
The you uproot

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

Sat down on a corner
prayin' a little 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 start in preaching
About what you sow
is the story 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 young man in a land
Whose is just too easy to sell

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

Jesus was a
He died to a wooden cross
Irony oh
Upon me it's never