Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

I look in the mirror sometimes and about how it all started
Small town Alabama, city life we departed
Not a single light in the street, morning was scary and
To a little boy the bus to school 5:30 sharp
I used to make up songs to my mind from wandering
What was in the woods for me, my stomach still rumbling
From the cereal
Even though mama was trying to do the best she could
Alcohol made her
Her was a prick, probably 26
Barely looked my and really didn't do shit
My animosity grew along my anger
And impatience school
My teachers knew I was trouble
And I did too, but I like it
Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events, and family oriented stuff
But I never I had it rough
I embraced it, honestly, 'cause I how different I was
It made me a rebel and made me feel welcomed and loved
I never knew my daddy but, they said that I was the same and what a shame, get your umbrella
Here comes the heavy

I'm the lighting to your storm
Dark bloodstains after a
The tornado to your
Your hangover a long night
I'm the outta your barn
That one mistake you ever did
The to your drum
I'm son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

If life is but a
I'm up the in a paddle boat
Streams of snakes, demons, not even a ladder goes
Up high and the Mississippi to see the ocean
So I go floatin', yeah
But I made it a habit
19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood was the place and I made it home the favorites
Quarter of that seeded Mexican trash slinging nickles
Make enough and then it even, just do it for tickles
Nashville's under icicles, the penatratin'
Ecstasy-hungry, as an experimentation
No more chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain
Morbid and are my role models, and old-school cars
and I'm lovin' it
I'm basking in of it
Backstrokin' in sinnin' ways, a dagger to
I never knew my but,
They said that I was the and what a shame
Here come the in the heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to storm
Dark bloodstains after a
The to your alarm
Your after a long night
I'm the snake outta barn
That one mistake you ever did
The gunpowder to drum
I'm son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

And you can tell that I still don't give a
Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle down
man, Criminals all around
Seventy-thousand a night isn't good, look
a story usin' my war as my shield
The truth, examined and
The real:
Plenty of children fill up the pit in the buildin'
Usin' the mind for the feelin', it's just like poppin' a
And I'm it in
at makin' a win
Thanks for the poems you inspired, I'm rakin' it in
Never you say "give me five," so make it a ten
Think the chances I'm ballin', at the bastard of him
When I went to for the first time, I thought about you
Son of a bitch, I admit it, I guess the rumours are
'Cause when I look in the mirror, I see from what I
Trial by fire, pain, heavy

I'm the lighting to your storm
Dark after a dogfight
The tornado to your
Your after a long night
I'm the outta your barn
one mistake you ever did right
The to your drum
I'm son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun