Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

I in the mirror sometimes and think about how it all started
Small Alabama, from city life we departed
Not a light in the street, morning was scary and dark
To a boy catching the bus to school 5:30 sharp
I used to up songs to keep my mind from wandering
What was in the waiting for me, my stomach still rumbling
the cereal diet
Even though was trying to do the best that she could
Alcohol made her
Her was a prick, probably 26
looked my direction and really 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 I'd always be uninvited to church events, football and family oriented stuff
But I never thought I had it
I it, honestly, 'cause I knew how different I was
It made me a rebel and rebels made me welcomed and loved
I never knew my daddy but, they said that I was the same and what a shame, get your umbrella
Here the heavy rain

I'm the lighting to your storm
Dark bloodstains after a
The tornado to alarm
Your hangover after a long
I'm the snake 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 in a paddle boat
full of snakes, demons, not even a ladder goes
Up high and over the Mississippi to see the
So here I go floatin',
But I made it a though
19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood was the place and I made it home with the
Quarter pound of that seeded Mexican trash slinging
Make enough and 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 dagger to
I never my daddy but,
They that I was the same and what a shame
Here the cocaine in the heavy rain

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

And you can tell that I still give a fuck
Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already
man, Criminals all around
Seventy-thousand a night isn't good, look
Livin' a story usin' my war as my
The truth, examined and
The followings
Plenty of children fill up the pit in the buildin'
the mind for the feelin', it's just like poppin' a pill
And I'm it in
at makin' 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 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, heavy

Cause I'm the lighting to your
Dark after a dogfight
The to your alarm
Your after a long night
I'm the snake outta your
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