Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

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

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

You're such a romantic
The way you dress and look yourself
It's no wonder you ponder that image
Of your self in the mirror

Go on

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

Know why youre feelin on that behind
You got a sleazy, one mind
Workin your work you think you find
Whos home with you tonight

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

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

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

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

Son of a gun

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

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

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

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

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 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 betcha think this is about you
I betcha think this is about you
I betcha think 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 have the and eat it too
(Let's dance)

You tell 'em,

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

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I knocked it off
Show me what youre gonna do, I aint to run
You have run out of ammunition
(I'm cloud, baby)
blanks 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 song is 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 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, you, dont you

I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think this 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, as thieves
met jet but I'll venture a bet
There's a common threat to our dream
Tell 'em,
And if it wasn't for damned cream
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?
Somebody to make somebody like me
You 'em, Carly
In the encyclopedia of
now
No no no no
It's not you say, it's what you do
You're so vain, you think this song is about you

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

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