Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Keeper

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

Gather now people
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 three grown
A job in the towers cooking the
For the shills that grease the

Irony oh
You are a fruit to eat
of all your beauty
Your flesh is none too

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sat right down on a
Started prayin' a too loud
Left my far behind
When I saw them empty pockets out

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

Now I start in preaching
About what you sow
This is the story of a man
Half as they go

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

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

Jesus was a
He died to a wooden cross
Irony oh
Upon me it's lost