Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought get the money too
Greedy
Try to the cake and eat it too

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

You're a romantic hero
The way you dress and look over
It's no you would ponder that image
Of greedy self in the mirror

Go on

Sharp shooter breakin hearts
A baby jiggalo, a sex
Hollerin at everything that
No substance, just talk

Know why feelin on that girls behind
You got a sleazy, one mind
your work until you think you find
Whos goin with you tonight

Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna it from?
Whos next victim?
Oh, who you lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna alone?

Oh, What you gonna tell her after she
You dont love her?
Oh, its gonna be a show down, knock down, drag
Gun slugger em up

I betcha think this is about you
I betcha think this song is you
I think this song is about you
I betcha think song is about you
Dont you, you, dont you

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youd get the too
Greedy
Try to the cake and eat it too

Son of a gun

You tell 'em,
Clouds in my
Go on
in my coffee

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youd get the too
Greedy
Try to have the and eat it too

Sweatin me but Im not youre
You think you irk me and so right
Id keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid in my beach house

No, I aint go and act a fool
And be the lead story on the news
Not me, sucker, Id be your lover
Id rather make you suffer, you motha fucker

Oh, who you gonna it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whos your next
Oh, who you lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave

Oh, you gonna tell her after she discovers
You dont really her?
Oh, its be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun shoot em up

I think this song is about you
I betcha this song is about you
I betcha think this is about you
I betcha think this is about you
Dont you, you, dont you

Ha, ha, who, who
youd get the money too
Greedy
Try to have the and eat it too
(Let's dance)

You tell 'em,

Clouds of various and sizes
guys like to evaluate their prizes
We with so many different tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by
Nothing in the refer to Nick

Got a upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
me what youre gonna do, I aint bout to run
You have just run out of
(I'm cloud, baby)
blanks now, you son of a gun
(You can like thunder all over me)

No, no, no, no, no
Its not you say, its what you do
Youre so
You think this song is about you
you, dont you, dont you, dont you

I betcha this song is about you
I betcha think this song is you
I think this song is about you
I think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think this is about you
I betcha this song is about you
Dont you, you, dont you

I betcha this song is about you
I think this song is about you
I betcha think song is about you
I betcha think this song is you
you, dont you, dont you

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
Janet and me, thick as
Never met jet but venture a bet
a common threat to our common dream
Tell 'em,
And if it for that damned cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my

Who do you think you are,
Or a cumulonimbus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
to make somebody like me proud
You 'em, Carly
In the encyclopedia of
now
No no no no
It's not what you say, it's you do
so vain, you probably think this song is about you

You 'em, Carly
You think this song is about you
'em now
Yeah, you probably think song is about you
right, girl
Is you
Go on
Is you
Go on
Is you
You think this song is about you

You son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun