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, was scary and dark
To a little boy the bus to school 5:30 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
though mama was trying to do the best that she could
Alcohol made her
Her was a prick, probably 26
Barely my direction and really didn't do shit
My animosity grew with my anger
And disastrous school
My knew I was trouble waiting
And I did too, admittedly but I it
I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events, football and family oriented stuff
But I never I had it rough
I embraced it, honestly, I knew how different I was
It me a rebel and rebels made me feel welcomed and loved
I never knew my daddy but, they said that I was the same and what a shame, get umbrella Wayne
Here comes the heavy

I'm the lighting to your storm
Dark bloodstains after a
The tornado to your
Your hangover after a night
I'm the snake outta barn
one mistake 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

If life is but a
I'm up the creek in a paddle
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 it a habit though
19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood was the place and I it home with the favorites
Quarter pound of that seeded Mexican trash slinging
Make enough and then break it even, just do it for
Nashville's under icicles, the Methadone's
Ecstasy-hungry, as an experimentation
No more chocolate-chip cookies, and jars
and dark are my role models, and old-school cars
Sickening and I'm it
I'm basking in of it
Backstrokin' in sinnin' ways, a to pastors
I never my daddy but,
They said I was the same and what a shame
come the cocaine in the heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to storm
Dark after a dogfight
The tornado to your
hangover after a long 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 that I still don't give a fuck
Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already
man, Criminals all around
Seventy-thousand dollars a night isn't good,
Livin' a story usin' my war as my
The truth, and recreated
The real:
Plenty of fatherless fill up the pit in the buildin'
Usin' the mind for the feelin', it's like poppin' a pill
And I'm it in
Lost at a win
Thanks for the poems that you inspired, I'm it in
Never 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 thought you
Son of a bitch, I admit it, I guess the are true
'Cause when I in the mirror, I see from what I 'came
Trial by fire, pain, rain

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