Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

I look in the mirror sometimes and think about how it all
Small town Alabama, from city we departed
Not a light in the street, morning was scary and dark
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 for me, my stomach still rumbling
From the diet
Even though mama was trying to do the best that she
made her violent
Her boyfriend was a prick, 26
looked my direction and really didn't do shit
My animosity along with my anger
And disastrous school
My teachers 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 I had it rough
I embraced it, honestly, 'cause I knew how I was
It made me a rebel and made me feel welcomed and loved
I never knew my daddy but, they said I was the same and what a shame, get your umbrella Wayne
comes the heavy rain

Cause I'm the to your storm
Dark bloodstains a dogfight
The tornado to alarm
Your after a long night
I'm the snake outta your
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 is but a dream
I'm up the creek in a boat
Streams full of snakes, demons, not a ladder 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 made it home with the
pound of that seeded Mexican trash slinging nickles
Make enough and break it even, just do it for tickles
Nashville's under icicles, the penatratin'
Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an
No more chocolate-chip cookies, and jars
Morbid and dark are my models, and old-school cars
and I'm lovin' it
I'm in half of it
in sinnin' ways, a dagger to pastors
I never my daddy but,
They said that I was the and what a shame
Here come the in the heavy rain

I'm the lighting to your storm
Dark after a dogfight
The to your alarm
Your after a long night
I'm the outta your barn
one mistake 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

And you can tell that I don't give a fuck
Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already
man, Criminals all around
Seventy-thousand dollars a isn't good, look
Livin' a story usin' my war as my
The truth, and recreated
The real:
Plenty of fatherless children fill up the pit in the
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
I went to jail for the first time, I thought about you
Son of a bitch, I admit it, I the rumours are true
'Cause when I look in the mirror, I see what I 'came
by fire, pain, heavy rain

Cause I'm the to your storm
Dark after a dogfight
The to your alarm
hangover after a long night
I'm the snake your barn
That one 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