Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun (remix)

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

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

You're such a hero
The way you and look yourself over
It's no wonder you ponder that image
Of your greedy self in the

Go on

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

Know why youre feelin on that girls
You got a sleazy, one track
Workin work until you think you find
Whos home with you tonight

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

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

I betcha think this is about you
I betcha think this is about you
I think this song is about you
I betcha this 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
Clouds in my
Go on
in my coffee

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

Sweatin me but Im not type
You think you irk me and so right
Id rather the trash and throw 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 never be lover
Id rather make you suffer, you stupid fucker

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

Oh, what you tell her after she discovers
You really love her?
Oh, its gonna be a show down, down, drag down
Gun shoot 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 think song is about you
Dont you, dont you, you

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

You tell 'em,

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

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)
blanks 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 this song is you
Dont you, you, dont you, dont you

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

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

I think this song is about you
I betcha this song is about you
I betcha think this song is 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, thick as
Never met jet but I'll a bet
a common threat to our common dream
Tell 'em,
And if it wasn't for damned cream
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 tell 'em,
In the encyclopedia of
now
No no no no
It's not you say, it's 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