Luyện nghe bài hát Son of a Gun

This is a of a guy
Who once lived in delight you
This is a of a boy
Who traded his of toys for you

His cheeks
His are red
He can never rest his without one eye open
And the marks on his
Stretch down to his
And the print of his father stained across his

the son of a gun
A one
by sudden movement
the son of a gun
A one
Armed with every second
And tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, tick, tick,

This is a of that boy
Who from the guy
Whose face still
This is a story of boy
Whose father was a lot the one before

His sting
His were red
He can rest his head without one eye open
And the marks on his
like the ones on those
Hands that struck him like his father's father had

the son of a gun
A one
Triggered by sudden
the son of a gun
A one
Armed with passing second
And tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, tick, tick,

His cheeks
His are red
He can rest his head without one eye open

And now he's old
And he what he's been told
To turn the gun