Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

I look in the mirror sometimes and about how it all started
Small town Alabama, from city we departed
Not a single light in the street, morning was scary and
To a little boy catching the bus to school sharp
I used to make up songs to keep my mind from
What was in the woods waiting for me, my still rumbling
From the cereal
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 with my
And impatience school
My teachers knew I was trouble
And I did too, admittedly but I it
Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events, football and 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 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 Wayne
Here comes 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 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 life is but a
I'm up the creek in a boat
Streams full of snakes, demons, not a ladder goes
Up and over the Mississippi to see the ocean
So here I go floatin',
But I made it a though
19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood was the place and I it home with the favorites
Quarter of that seeded Mexican trash slinging nickles
Make enough and then break it even, just do it for
under icicles, the Methadone's penatratin'
Ecstasy-hungry, as an experimentation
No more chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain
Morbid and dark are my role models, and old-school
and I'm lovin' it
I'm in half of it
in sinnin' ways, a dagger to pastors
I knew my daddy but,
They said that I was the and what a shame
Here come the in the heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to your
Dark bloodstains after a
The to your alarm
Your hangover a long night
I'm the snake your barn
That one mistake you 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

And you can that I still don't give a fuck
drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already down
Slumerican-made man, Criminals all
Seventy-thousand dollars a isn't good, look
Livin' a usin' my war as my shield
The truth, examined and
The real:
Plenty of fatherless children up the pit in the buildin'
Usin' the mind for the feelin', it's just like a pill
And I'm it in
Lost at a win
Thanks for the poems 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 for the first time, I thought about you
Son of a bitch, I admit it, I the rumours are true
'Cause when I look in the mirror, I see from what I
Trial by fire, pain, heavy

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