Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Keeper

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

'round now people
I'm to tell a tale
a man who walks among you
A man you each know

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

Irony oh
You are a bitter to eat
Stripped of all your
Your is none too sweet

Now I ain't the honest man
That worked a skim
I was with my hand in the cookie jar
And that was it

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

it was a letter
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 learned on 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 down on a corner
Started prayin' a little too
Left my far behind
When I saw them their pockets out

Irony oh
You are a treacherous son of a
Pretending not to care
The heights never reach

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

But sit on down and rest a
I've got tale to tell
About a lost 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 cross
oh irony
Upon me it's lost