Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

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

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

such a romantic hero
The way you and look yourself over
no wonder you would ponder that image
Of your greedy self in the

Go on

shooter into breakin hearts
A jiggalo, a sex pistol
Hollerin at everything that
No substance, small talk

why youre feelin on that girls behind
You got a sleazy, one track
Workin work until you think you find
Whos goin home you tonight

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

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

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

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

Son of a gun

You 'em, Carly
Clouds in my
Go on
Clouds in my

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

me but Im not youre type
You you irk me and youre so right
Id rather keep the trash and you out
bitch in my beach house

No, I gonna go and act a fool
And be the lead story on the nigga
Not me, sucker, Id never be your
Id rather make you suffer, you stupid motha

Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it
Whos your next
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna on?
Who you gonna alone?

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

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

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

You 'em, Carly

of various shapes and sizes
Most guys like to evaluate their
We come with so many tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by
Nothing in the words to Nick

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

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

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

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

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
Janet and me, thick as
Never met jet but venture a bet
There's a common threat to our common
'em, Carly
And if it wasn't for that damned
There'd be no in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

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

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

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