Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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This is Bones Owens to my right, right
To my DJ Klever
My is Yelawolf
is Trial By Fire

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

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

right, uh
You hear lightning for miles around
And oak trees hitting the
The tore holes 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 the porch and the old dog moaned and cried
As the sirens by
And Mr. Williams brought a batch of that moonshine to the wake
You know one comes and one as they say
And laid a flower on the grave
on December 29th for robbing a bank
And killed by the police, see you in the life old friend
Little did he know, his old friend was again
As the son of Sheila

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

You how the story goes
See me, I'm a curious
A stray bullet to some a chatter and whisper at night and the head of a following storm, a rebel at heart ,a grin
A of men, a preacher at ten
I was already in to sin
Back in the again
12s in the of the trunk, making it rattle again
Giving nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the got powers, the baby is haunted
a church, I'm a confession
Professional, annointed
Came from the wrong of the tracks
me the ? outta the back
Keeping gutter dogs raised
these alley way cats
Seen these others can't see
My poetry is a of ? up from the bottom
And that fucking tree, but I brought a chainsaw
I come to build a house up out of it,
Limbs off culture, and putting soliders up inside of it
Limbs, brick, mortar, board up the
For the tornado, I'm a fatal to these honorable foes
Bag up the hot

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