Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

I in the mirror sometimes and think about how it all started
town Alabama, from city life we departed
Not a single light in the street, morning was scary and
To a little boy catching the bus to 5:30 sharp
I used to make up songs to keep my from wandering
was in the woods waiting for me, my stomach still rumbling
From the diet
Even though mama was to do the best that she could
Alcohol made her
Her boyfriend was a prick, 26
Barely looked my direction and 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 accept I'd be uninvited to church events, football and family oriented stuff
But I never I had it rough
I embraced it, honestly, 'cause I how different I was
It made me a rebel and rebels made me welcomed and loved
I never knew my daddy but, they said that I was the same and what a shame, get your umbrella
Here comes 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

If is but a dream
I'm up the creek in a paddle
Streams full of snakes, demons, not a ladder goes
Up high and the Mississippi to see the ocean
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 that Mexican trash slinging nickles
enough and then break it even, just do it for tickles
Nashville's under icicles, the penatratin'
Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an
No chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain jars
and dark are my role models, and old-school cars
Sickening and I'm it
I'm in half of it
Backstrokin' in ways, a dagger to pastors
I never knew my but,
They said that I was the same and a shame
come the cocaine in the heavy rain

Cause I'm the to your storm
Dark after a dogfight
The to your alarm
Your hangover a long night
I'm the snake outta barn
That one mistake you ever did
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 still don't a fuck
Still whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already down
Slumerican-made man, all around
Seventy-thousand dollars a night good, look
Livin' a story my war as my shield
The truth, and recreated
The followings
Plenty of fatherless fill up the pit in the buildin'
Usin' the mind for the feelin', just like poppin' a pill
And I'm it in
Lost at 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 I'm ballin', look at the bastard of him
When I went to jail for the time, I thought about you
Son of a bitch, I it, I guess the rumours are true
when I look in the mirror, I see from what I 'came
Trial by fire, pain, heavy

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