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

Go on

Sharp shooter into hearts
A jiggalo, a sex pistol
at everything that walks
No substance, just small

Know why youre feelin on girls behind
You got a sleazy, one mind
Workin your work until you you find
goin home with you tonight

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

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

I betcha think 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
you, dont you, dont you

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

Son of a gun

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

Ha, ha, who, who
youd get the money too
motherfuckers
Try to have the and eat it too

me but Im not youre type
You think you irk me and youre so
Id rather the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach

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

Oh, who you gonna it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whos your next
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you 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 shoot em up

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

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

You 'em, Carly

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

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just 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 like thunder all me)

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

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

I betcha think this 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, dont you, you

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

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
Janet and me, as thieves
met jet but I'll venture a bet
There's a common to our common dream
'em, Carly
And if it wasn't for damned cream
be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

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

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

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