Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

I look in the mirror sometimes and think 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 make up to keep my mind from wandering
What was in the woods waiting for me, my still rumbling
From the diet
Even though mama was trying to do the best she could
made her violent
Her boyfriend was a prick, 26
Barely looked my direction and really didn't do
My grew along with 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 be uninvited to church events, football and family oriented stuff
But I never I had it rough
I embraced it, honestly, 'cause I how different I was
It made me a and rebels made me feel welcomed and loved
I never knew my daddy but, they said that I was the same and a shame, get your umbrella Wayne
comes the heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to your
Dark after a dogfight
The tornado to alarm
Your after a long night
I'm the snake outta your
That one you ever 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

If is but a dream
I'm up the creek in a paddle
Streams full of snakes, demons, not even a ladder
Up and over the Mississippi to see the ocean
So I go floatin', yeah
But I made it a habit
19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood was the place and I made it home the favorites
Quarter pound of seeded Mexican trash slinging nickles
enough and then break it even, just do it for tickles
Nashville's icicles, the Methadone's penatratin'
Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an
No chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain jars
Morbid and dark are my role models, and old-school
Sickening and I'm it
I'm in half of it
Backstrokin' in sinnin' ways, a to pastors
I knew my daddy but,
said that I was the same and what a shame
Here come the in the heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to storm
Dark after a dogfight
The tornado to your
Your after a long 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

And you can that I still don't give a fuck
Still whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already down
Slumerican-made man, all around
Seventy-thousand a night isn't good, look
a story usin' my war as my shield
The truth, examined and
The real:
of fatherless children fill up the pit in the buildin'
Usin' the mind for the feelin', it's just like a pill
And I'm it in
at makin' a win
Thanks for the poems that you inspired, I'm it in
heard you say "give me five," so make it a ten
Think the chances I'm ballin', at the bastard of him
When I went to jail for the first time, I 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
Trial by fire, pain, rain

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