Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

I look in the mirror sometimes and about how it all started
town Alabama, from city life we departed
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 songs to 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 she could
Alcohol her violent
Her boyfriend was a prick, 26
looked my direction and really didn't do shit
My animosity grew along my anger
And impatience disastrous
My teachers knew I was trouble
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 thought I had it rough
I embraced it, honestly, 'cause I how different I was
It made me a rebel and rebels made me feel welcomed and
I never knew my but, they said that I was the same and what a shame, get your umbrella Wayne
Here the heavy rain

Cause I'm the to your storm
bloodstains after a dogfight
The tornado to your
Your hangover after a night
I'm the snake outta 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 of snakes, demons, not even 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 with the favorites
Quarter of that seeded 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 more chocolate-chip cookies, and jars
and dark are my role models, and old-school cars
Sickening and I'm it
I'm basking in of it
Backstrokin' in sinnin' ways, a to pastors
I never knew my but,
They said that I was the same and a shame
Here the cocaine in the heavy rain

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

And you can tell that I still don't 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 usin' my war as my
The truth, examined and
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 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 to jail for the first time, I thought about you
Son of a bitch, I it, I guess the rumours are true
'Cause when I look in the mirror, I see what I 'came
Trial by fire, pain, rain

Cause I'm the lighting to storm
bloodstains after a dogfight
The to your alarm
Your hangover after a long
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