Luyện nghe bài hát Simon Keeper

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

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

My name is Keeper
I had a and three grown kids
A job in the towers the books
For the shills that grease the

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

Now I ain't the most man
ever worked a skim
I was caught with my 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 you the time of day

it was a letter
From my one
"What's is mine, what's mine is mine"
Sealed with a hug and

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

oh irony
You are the polar of truth
You grow the open plain
The faithful you

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

Sat right on a corner
Started a little too loud
Left my troubles far
When I saw them their pockets out

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

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

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

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

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