Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

I look in the mirror and think about how it all started
Small Alabama, from city life we departed
Not a light in the street, morning was scary and dark
To a boy catching the bus to school 5:30 sharp
I used to up songs to keep my mind from wandering
was in the woods waiting for me, my stomach still rumbling
From the diet
Even though mama was trying to do the best she could
Alcohol made her
Her boyfriend was a prick, 26
Barely looked my and really didn't do shit
My animosity grew along my anger
And disastrous school
My teachers knew I was waiting
And I did too, but I like it
Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events, football and oriented stuff
But I thought I had it rough
I embraced it, honestly, 'cause I knew how I was
It made me a rebel and rebels me feel welcomed and loved
I knew my daddy but, they said that I was the same and what a shame, get your umbrella Wayne
comes the heavy rain

Cause I'm the to your storm
Dark bloodstains a dogfight
The tornado to your
Your after a long night
I'm the snake your barn
That one mistake you 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 creek in a paddle
full of snakes, demons, not even a ladder goes
Up and over the Mississippi to see the ocean
So here I go floatin',
But I made it a habit
19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood was the place and I made it home with the
Quarter pound of that seeded Mexican trash slinging
Make enough and then break it even, just do it for
Nashville's under icicles, the Methadone's
Ecstasy-hungry, as an experimentation
No more chocolate-chip cookies, and jars
Morbid and dark are my models, and old-school cars
Sickening and I'm it
I'm in half of it
in sinnin' ways, a dagger to pastors
I never knew my but,
said that I was the same and what a shame
Here come the in the heavy rain

I'm the lighting to your storm
Dark bloodstains a dogfight
The tornado to your
Your hangover after a night
I'm the snake outta barn
That one you ever did right
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 give a fuck
Still whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already down
Slumerican-made man, all around
Seventy-thousand dollars a night good, look
a story usin' my war as my shield
The truth, and recreated
The real:
Plenty of fatherless fill up the pit in the buildin'
Usin' the for the feelin', it's just like poppin' a pill
And I'm it in
Lost at a win
for the poems that you inspired, I'm rakin' it in
Never heard you say "give me five," so it a ten
Think the I'm ballin', look at the bastard of him
When I went to jail for the first time, I thought you
Son of a bitch, I admit it, I guess the rumours are
'Cause I look in the mirror, I see from what I 'came
Trial by fire, pain, rain

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