Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

I look in the sometimes and think about how it all started
Small town Alabama, city life we departed
Not a single light in the street, morning was scary and
To a little boy catching the bus to school 5:30
I used to make up songs to keep my mind from
What was in the woods for me, my stomach still rumbling
the cereal diet
Even though mama was trying to do the best that she
made her violent
Her boyfriend was a prick, 26
Barely looked my direction and really didn't do
My animosity along with my anger
And impatience disastrous
My knew I was trouble waiting
And I did too, but I like it
Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events, football and oriented stuff
But I thought I had it rough
I it, honestly, 'cause I knew how different I was
It made me a and rebels made me feel welcomed and loved
I never knew my daddy but, said that I was the same and what a shame, get your umbrella Wayne
Here comes the heavy

Cause I'm the lighting to your
bloodstains after a dogfight
The tornado to your
Your hangover after a night
I'm the snake your barn
That one mistake you 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

If life is but a
I'm up the in a paddle boat
Streams full of snakes, demons, not even a goes
Up high and over the Mississippi to see the
So here I go floatin',
But I it a habit though
19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the was the place and I made it home with the favorites
Quarter of that seeded Mexican trash slinging nickles
Make enough and break it even, just do it for tickles
Nashville's under icicles, the Methadone's
Ecstasy-hungry, as an experimentation
No chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain jars
and dark are my role models, and old-school cars
Sickening and I'm it
I'm basking in of it
in sinnin' ways, a dagger to pastors
I never knew my but,
They that I was the same and what a shame
Here come the cocaine in the rain

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

And you can that I still don't give a fuck
Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already
Slumerican-made man, all around
dollars a night isn't good, look
Livin' a usin' my war as my shield
The truth, and recreated
The real:
Plenty of children 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 that you inspired, I'm it in
Never heard you say "give me five," so it a ten
Think the chances I'm ballin', look at the of him
When I to jail for the first time, I thought about you
Son of a bitch, I admit it, I guess the rumours are
'Cause when I look in the mirror, I see from I 'came
Trial by fire, pain, heavy

Cause I'm the lighting to your
Dark after a dogfight
The tornado to your
Your hangover after a night
I'm the outta your barn
That one mistake you ever did
The gunpowder to your
I'm son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun