Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

I look in the mirror and think about how it all started
town Alabama, from city life we departed
Not a single light in the street, morning was scary and
To a little boy catching the bus to 5:30 sharp
I used to up songs to keep my mind from wandering
What was in the woods for me, my stomach still rumbling
the cereal diet
Even though mama was to do the best that she could
Alcohol made her
Her was a prick, probably 26
Barely looked my direction and really didn't do
My animosity grew along my anger
And disastrous school
My knew I was trouble waiting
And I did too, but I like it
Maybe I had to accept I'd always be to church events, football and family 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 made me feel welcomed and loved
I never 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 lighting to storm
Dark bloodstains a dogfight
The tornado to alarm
Your hangover after a long
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

If life is but a
I'm up the creek in a boat
Streams of snakes, demons, not even a ladder goes
Up high and over the to see the ocean
So here I go floatin',
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 break it even, just do it for tickles
Nashville's icicles, the Methadone's penatratin'
Ecstasy-hungry, as an experimentation
No more chocolate-chip cookies, and jars
Morbid and dark are my role models, and old-school
Sickening and I'm it
I'm basking in of it
Backstrokin' in ways, a dagger to pastors
I never knew my but,
They that I was the same and what a shame
come the cocaine in the heavy 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 outta barn
That one mistake you ever did
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 tell that I still don't 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 followings
Plenty of fatherless fill up the pit in the buildin'
the mind 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 you say "give me five," so make it a ten
Think the chances I'm ballin', look at the of him
When I went to jail for the time, I thought about you
Son of a bitch, I admit it, I guess the rumours are
when I look in the mirror, I see from what I 'came
Trial by fire, pain, rain

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