Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

I look in the mirror and think about how it all started
Small town Alabama, from life we departed
Not a light in the street, morning was scary and dark
To a little boy catching the bus to school 5:30
I used to make up to keep my mind from wandering
What was in the woods for me, my stomach still rumbling
From the diet
Even though was trying to do the best that she could
made her violent
Her was a prick, probably 26
looked my direction and really didn't do shit
My animosity grew with my anger
And impatience disastrous
My knew I was trouble waiting
And I did too, but I like it
Maybe I had to accept I'd be uninvited to church events, football and family oriented stuff
But I never thought I had it
I embraced it, honestly, I knew how different I was
It made me a rebel and rebels made me feel welcomed and
I never knew my daddy but, they that I was the same and what a shame, get your umbrella Wayne
comes the heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to storm
Dark after a dogfight
The tornado to alarm
Your hangover after a night
I'm the snake outta barn
That one you ever did right
The gunpowder to your
I'm son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

If is but a dream
I'm up the in a paddle boat
Streams full of snakes, demons, not even a ladder
Up high and the Mississippi to see the ocean
So I go floatin', yeah
But I made it a though
19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood was the place and I made it home the favorites
Quarter pound of that Mexican trash slinging nickles
Make and then break it even, just do it for tickles
under icicles, the Methadone's penatratin'
Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an
No more cookies, and porcelain jars
Morbid and dark are my role models, and old-school
and I'm lovin' it
I'm in half of it
Backstrokin' in ways, a dagger to pastors
I never knew my but,
They said I was the same and what a shame
Here come the cocaine in the heavy

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

And you can tell I still don't give a fuck
Still drinking I'm half-a-bottle already down
Slumerican-made man, all around
Seventy-thousand a night isn't good, look
Livin' a story my war as my shield
The truth, examined and
The followings
Plenty of fatherless children fill up the pit in the
Usin' the for the feelin', it's just like poppin' a pill
And I'm it in
Lost at a win
Thanks for the poems you inspired, I'm rakin' it in
Never you say "give me five," so make it a ten
the chances I'm ballin', look at the bastard of him
When I went to jail for the first time, I about you
Son of a bitch, I it, I guess the rumours are true
'Cause when I look in the mirror, I see from I 'came
Trial by fire, pain, rain

Cause I'm the lighting to storm
bloodstains after a dogfight
The to your alarm
Your hangover after a night
I'm the snake your barn
That one you ever did right
The gunpowder to your
I'm son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun