Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

Check, check,
go Klever
This is Bones to my right, right here
To my DJ Klever
My is Yelawolf
This is Trial By

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

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

right, uh
You could hear lightning for miles
And oak trees hitting the
The wind tore holes on old Dixie flag on the capitol steps
Change is coming, my grand mamma said
Quietly 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 sirens by
And Mr. brought a mean batch of that moonshine to the wake
You know one comes and one goes as say
And laid a flower on the grave
Buried on December 29th for a bank
And killed by the police, see you in the next life old
Little did he know, his old friend was back
As the son of Sheila

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

You how the story goes
See me, I'm a soul
A stray bullet to some a chatter and whisper at night and the head of a following storm, a rebel at ,a devilish grin
A leader of men, a at ten
I was in to spiritual sin
in the saddle again
12s in the back of the trunk, making it again
Giving them but punk
Living, the baby, the babie's got powers, the is haunted
Fuck a church, I'm a
Professional, public
Came the wrong side of the tracks
Bring me the ? the back
Keeping these gutter raised
With these way cats
Seen what these can't see
My poetry is a of ? up from the bottom
And that fucking tree, but I brought a chainsaw
I come to a house 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 by fire
I'm just a plane singing to burn it down
You better watch your
When I come