Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youd get the 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 and look yourself over
It's no wonder you ponder that image
Of your greedy in the mirror

Go on

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

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

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

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

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

Son of a gun

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

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

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

No, I aint gonna go and act a
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 alone?

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

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
you, dont you, dont you

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

You 'em, Carly

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

Got a chip upon 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)
Shootin now, you son of a gun
(You can roll like all over me)

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

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

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

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
Janet and me, as thieves
Never met jet but I'll a bet
There's a common threat to our common
Tell 'em,
And if it wasn't for that cream
There'd be no in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

Who do you think you are,
Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus or a or an altostratus?
Somebody to make somebody me proud
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 think this song is about you

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