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

such a romantic hero
The way you dress and 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
Hollerin at everything walks
No substance, just talk

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

Oh, who you give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whos 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 really love her?
Oh, its gonna be a show down, down, drag down
Gun slugger em up

I think this song is about you
I think this 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
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
Greedy
Try to have the 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 bitch in my beach

No, I gonna 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 stupid fucker

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

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

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

You tell 'em,

Clouds of various shapes and
Most guys like to evaluate their
We come so many different tricks
The apricot was worn by Nick
in the words refer to Nick

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I knocked it off
me what youre gonna do, I aint bout 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 what you say, its you do
so vain
You probably this song is about you
Dont you, you, dont you, dont you

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

I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think this is about you
I betcha this song 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, thick as
Never met jet but I'll a bet
There's a common to our common dream
Tell 'em,
And if it wasn't for that damned
be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

Who do you think you are,
Or a cavulotus 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 probably think song is about you

You 'em, Carly
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 this song is you

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