Luyện nghe bài hát Son Of A Gun (remix)

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 a romantic hero
The way you and look yourself over
It's no wonder you ponder that image
Of greedy self in the mirror

Go on

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

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

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

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

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

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 the cake and eat it too

Sweatin me but Im not youre
You think you irk me and youre so
Id keep 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 lover
Id rather make you suffer, you motha fucker

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

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

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

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

You 'em, Carly

Clouds of various and sizes
guys like to evaluate their prizes
We come with so many different
The apricot scarf was by Nick
Nothing in the refer to Nick

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

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

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

I betcha this 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
Dont you, dont you, you

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

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

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

Who do you you are, Rambo?
Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus or a or an altostratus?
Somebody to make somebody me proud
You 'em, Carly
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 this song is about you

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

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