Luyện nghe bài hát Son of a Gun

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

His sting
His are red
He can never rest his head one eye open
And the on his nose
Stretch down to his
And the print of his father stained his face

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

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

His sting
His eyes red
He can never his head without one eye open
And the on his nose
Much like the ones on
Hands that struck him like his father's father had

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

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

And now grown old
And he does what he's told
To into the gun