Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

I look in the mirror sometimes and think about how it all
town Alabama, from city life we departed
Not a single in the street, morning was scary and dark
To a boy catching the bus to school 5:30 sharp
I used to make up songs to keep my mind wandering
What was in the woods for me, my stomach still rumbling
From the diet
Even mama was trying to do the best that she could
Alcohol her violent
Her was a prick, probably 26
Barely looked my and really didn't do shit
My animosity grew along with my
And impatience disastrous
My teachers I was trouble waiting
And I did too, but I like it
I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events, football and family oriented stuff
But I never thought I had it
I embraced it, honestly, 'cause I knew how I was
It made me a rebel and rebels me feel 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

Cause I'm the to your storm
Dark bloodstains a dogfight
The tornado to your
hangover after a long night
I'm the snake your 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

If is but a dream
I'm up the creek in a boat
Streams full of snakes, demons, not even a goes
Up high and over the Mississippi to see the
So I go floatin', yeah
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 seeded Mexican trash slinging nickles
Make enough and then break it even, do it for tickles
Nashville's icicles, the Methadone's penatratin'
Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an
No more chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain
and dark are my role models, and old-school cars
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
come the cocaine in the heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to your
Dark bloodstains after a
The tornado to alarm
Your hangover after a night
I'm the snake your 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

And you can tell that I still don't a fuck
Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already
Slumerican-made man, Criminals all
Seventy-thousand a night isn't good, look
a story usin' my war as my shield
The truth, examined and
The real:
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
Thanks for the poems you inspired, I'm rakin' 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 thought you
Son of a bitch, I it, I guess the rumours are true
'Cause when I look in the mirror, I see what I 'came
Trial by fire, pain, heavy

Cause I'm the to your storm
bloodstains after a dogfight
The tornado to alarm
Your after a long night
I'm the outta your 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