Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

I look in the mirror sometimes and about how it all started
Small town Alabama, from life we departed
Not a single in the street, morning was scary and dark
To a little boy catching the bus to school sharp
I used to make up songs to keep my mind from
was in the woods waiting for me, my stomach still rumbling
From the cereal
Even though mama was trying to do the that she could
made her violent
Her boyfriend was a prick, 26
Barely looked my direction and really do shit
My animosity grew along my anger
And impatience school
My teachers knew I was waiting
And I did too, admittedly but I it
Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events, football and family stuff
But I never I had it rough
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 said that I was the same and what a shame, get your Wayne
Here comes the heavy

Cause I'm the to your storm
Dark after a dogfight
The tornado to alarm
Your hangover after a long
I'm the snake outta your
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 creek in a paddle
Streams full of snakes, demons, not a ladder goes
Up high and over the Mississippi to see the
So I go floatin', yeah
But I it a habit though
19 and tattooed, in the neighborhood was the place and I made it home with the favorites
Quarter pound of that Mexican trash slinging nickles
Make enough and then it even, just do it for tickles
under icicles, the Methadone's penatratin'
Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an
No more chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain
Morbid and dark are my role models, and cars
Sickening and I'm it
I'm in half of it
Backstrokin' in sinnin' ways, a to pastors
I knew my daddy 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 after a night
I'm the snake outta your
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 whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already down
man, Criminals all around
Seventy-thousand dollars a isn't good, look
Livin' a story usin' my war as my
The truth, and recreated
The followings
of fatherless 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
Lost at a win
Thanks for the that you inspired, I'm rakin' it in
Never heard you say "give me five," so it a ten
the chances 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 are true
when I look in the mirror, I see from what I 'came
Trial by fire, pain, heavy

I'm the lighting to your storm
Dark bloodstains a dogfight
The to your alarm
Your after a long night
I'm the outta your barn
That one mistake you 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