Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

I look in the sometimes and think about how it all started
Small town Alabama, from city life we
Not a light in the street, morning was scary and dark
To a little boy catching the bus to 5:30 sharp
I to make up songs to keep my mind from wandering
What was in the waiting 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 direction and didn't do shit
My animosity grew along with my
And impatience disastrous
My knew I was trouble waiting
And I did too, but I like it
Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events, football and family oriented
But I thought I had it rough
I it, honestly, 'cause I knew how different I was
It made me a rebel and rebels made me feel and loved
I never knew my daddy but, they said that I was the and what a shame, get your umbrella Wayne
Here the heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to storm
Dark bloodstains after a
The to your alarm
hangover after a long night
I'm the snake outta 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

If is but a dream
I'm up the creek in a paddle
Streams of snakes, demons, not even a ladder goes
Up high and the Mississippi to see the ocean
So here I go floatin',
But I it a habit though
19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the 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, as an experimentation
No more cookies, and porcelain jars
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 to pastors
I never my daddy but,
They said that I was the same and a shame
Here come the cocaine in the heavy

Cause I'm the lighting to storm
bloodstains after a dogfight
The to your alarm
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 that I still don't a fuck
Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle down
man, Criminals all around
Seventy-thousand dollars a night isn't good,
a story usin' my war as my shield
The truth, and recreated
The followings
of fatherless children fill up the pit in the buildin'
Usin' the mind for the feelin', it's like poppin' a pill
And I'm it in
at makin' a win
Thanks for the that you inspired, I'm rakin' it in
Never heard you say "give me five," so it a ten
Think the chances I'm ballin', look at the of him
I went to jail for the first time, I thought about you
Son of a bitch, I admit it, I guess the rumours are
'Cause when I in the mirror, I see from what I 'came
by fire, pain, heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to storm
Dark bloodstains a dogfight
The tornado to alarm
Your hangover after a night
I'm the snake outta 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