Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

I in the mirror sometimes and think about how it all started
Small town Alabama, from city life we
Not a single in the street, morning was scary and dark
To a little boy catching the bus to 5:30 sharp
I used to make up songs to keep my from wandering
What was in the woods waiting for me, my still rumbling
the cereal diet
Even though mama was trying to do the that she could
Alcohol her violent
Her was a prick, probably 26
Barely looked my direction and didn't do shit
My animosity grew along my anger
And impatience disastrous
My teachers knew I was waiting
And I did too, admittedly but I it
Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to events, football and family oriented stuff
But I never I had it rough
I it, honestly, 'cause I knew how different I was
It made me a rebel and rebels made me feel and loved
I never my daddy but, they said that I was the same and what a shame, get your umbrella Wayne
Here the heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to your
Dark bloodstains after a
The tornado to your
Your after a long night
I'm the outta your 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

If is but a dream
I'm up the in a paddle boat
Streams full of snakes, demons, not even a ladder
Up high and over the Mississippi to see the
So here I go floatin',
But I made it a habit
19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood was the place and I made it with the favorites
Quarter of that seeded 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 chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain jars
Morbid and dark are my models, and old-school cars
Sickening and I'm it
I'm in half of it
in sinnin' ways, a dagger to pastors
I knew my daddy but,
They that I was the same and what a shame
Here come the cocaine in the heavy

I'm the lighting to your storm
Dark bloodstains a dogfight
The to your alarm
Your hangover after a long
I'm the snake your 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 I still don't give a fuck
Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle down
man, Criminals all around
Seventy-thousand a night isn't good, look
Livin' a story my war as my shield
The truth, examined and
The real:
Plenty of fatherless children up the pit in the buildin'
Usin' the mind for the feelin', it's just poppin' a pill
And I'm it in
at makin' 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', look at the 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
when I look in the mirror, I see from what I 'came
Trial by fire, pain, rain

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