Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youd get the too
motherfuckers
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
It's no wonder you would that image
Of greedy self in the mirror

Go on

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

Know why youre feelin on that behind
You got a sleazy, one track
Workin your until you think you find
Whos goin home with you

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

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

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

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

Son of a gun

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

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

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

No, I aint gonna go and act a
And be the lead on the nigga news
Not me, sucker, Id never be lover
Id rather make you suffer, you motha fucker

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

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

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

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

You 'em, Carly

of various shapes and sizes
Most like to evaluate their prizes
We come so many different tricks
The scarf was worn by Nick
in the words refer to Nick

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

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

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

I betcha think song is about you
I think this song is about you
I think this song is about you
I think this song is about you
Dont you, dont you, 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 threat to our common dream
'em, Carly
And if it wasn't for that damned
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, in my coffee

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

You 'em, Carly
You probably this song is about you
'em now
Yeah, you probably think this song is 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