Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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Let's go
This is Bones to my right, right here
To my DJ Klever
My name is
This is Trial By

Uh
in 1979 it was a cold day in December
Mamma the paint off the wall , screamin'
on the way
They her to the hospital in that old Chevy truck
Running 90 miles an down them back roads
Blowing the sheriff, hid in the woods,
Smoke bellowing off the
hot, must have been a sign
They her to the emergency room
made it to the bed
A few minutes I was screaming for my first breath
A little devil the said
He's got look in his eye, ya know?
me of mischief
Yeah this ones be trouble I can tell it
And the lights went
Then mamma said doctor something's burning ,I can it

And it was trial by
I'm just under a plane to burn it down
You better watch your
I come around

right, uh
You could hear lightning for around
And oak hitting the ground
The wind tore on that old Dixie flag on the capitol steps
Change is coming, my great grand said
clutching her bible, sitting in a rocking chair ,smoking a cigarette
And the wood creaked beneath the porch and the old dog and cried
As the passing by
And Mr. Williams brought a mean batch of moonshine to the wake
You know one comes and one goes as say
And they laid a flower on the
Buried on December 29th for robbing a
And killed by the police, see you in the next old friend
Little did he know, his old friend was back
As the son of Sheila

And it was by fire
I'm just a plane singing to burn it down
You watch your step
I come around

You know how the story
See me, I'm a soul
A stray bullet to some a and whisper at night and the head of a following storm, a rebel at heart ,a devilish grin
A leader of men, a at ten
I was in to spiritual sin
in the saddle again
12s in the of the trunk, making it rattle again
Giving nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the babie's got powers, the baby is
a church, I'm a confession
Professional, public
Came from the wrong of the tracks
Bring me the ? the back
Keeping these dogs raised
With these way cats
Seen what these others see
My is a reflection of ? up from the bottom
And climbing fucking tree, but I brought a chainsaw
I come to build a up out of it, chopping
Limbs off this culture, and putting up inside of it
Limbs, brick, mortar, board up the
For the tornado, I'm a blow to these honorable foes
Bag up the hot

And it was trial by
I'm just under a singing to burn it down
You better watch step
When I come