Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought get the money too
motherfuckers
Try to have the 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 would ponder image
Of your greedy self in the

Go on

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

Know why youre on that girls behind
You got a sleazy, one track
Workin your work until you think you
goin home with you tonight

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

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

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

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

Son of a gun

You tell 'em,
in my coffee
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 think you irk me and youre so
Id rather the trash and throw you out
Stupid in my beach house

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

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

Oh, what you gonna her after she discovers
You dont really love
Oh, its gonna be a show down, 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 song is 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 the cake and eat it too
(Let's dance)

You tell 'em,

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

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just it off
Show me youre gonna do, I aint bout to run
You just run out of ammunition
(I'm cloud, baby)
blanks 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
Youre so
You probably this song is about you
Dont you, you, dont you, dont you

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

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

I betcha think song is about you
I betcha think this song is 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
met jet but I'll venture a bet
There's a common threat to our common
Tell 'em,
And if it wasn't for that damned
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my

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

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

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