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 life we
Not a single light in the street, was scary and dark
To a little boy catching the bus to school 5:30
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 was trying to do the best that she could
Alcohol made her
Her boyfriend was a prick, 26
Barely looked my direction and really didn't do
My animosity grew along with my
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 church events, football and family stuff
But I thought I had it rough
I embraced it, honestly, 'cause I knew how I was
It made me a rebel and rebels made me feel welcomed and
I never knew my daddy but, they said that I was the same and a shame, get your umbrella Wayne
comes the heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to storm
Dark bloodstains a dogfight
The tornado to alarm
Your hangover after a long
I'm the snake outta your
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
Streams full of snakes, demons, not even a goes
Up and over the Mississippi to see the ocean
So I go floatin', yeah
But I made it a habit
19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the was the place and I made it home with the favorites
pound of that seeded Mexican trash slinging nickles
Make enough and then it even, just do it for tickles
Nashville's under icicles, the Methadone's
Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an
No more chocolate-chip cookies, and 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 never my daddy but,
They said I was the same and what a shame
Here come the in the heavy rain

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

And you can tell that I don't give a fuck
Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle down
man, Criminals all around
Seventy-thousand dollars a night good, look
a story usin' my war as my shield
The truth, examined and
The followings
Plenty of fatherless children fill up the pit in the
Usin' the mind for the feelin', just like poppin' a pill
And I'm it in
at makin' a win
Thanks for the poems that you inspired, I'm it in
Never you say "give me five," so make it a ten
the chances I'm ballin', look at the bastard of him
When I went to for the first time, I thought about you
Son of a bitch, I it, I guess the rumours are true
'Cause I look in the mirror, I see from what I 'came
Trial by fire, pain, heavy

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