Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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

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

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

right, uh
You could hear lightning for around
And oak hitting the ground
The tore holes on that old Dixie flag on the capitol steps
Change is coming, my great mamma said
clutching her bible, sitting in a rocking chair ,smoking a cigarette
And the wood creaked beneath the and the old dog moaned and cried
As the sirens by
And Mr. Williams a mean batch of that moonshine to the wake
You know one comes and one as they say
And they laid a flower on the
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 Diane

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

You know how the 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 devilish
A of men, a preacher at ten
I was already in to sin
in the saddle again
12s in the back of the trunk, making it rattle
Giving nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the got powers, the baby is haunted
Fuck a church, I'm a
Professional, annointed
from the wrong side of the tracks
Bring me the ? the back
Keeping gutter dogs raised
With alley way cats
Seen what others can't see
My poetry is a of ? up from the bottom
And that fucking tree, but I brought a chainsaw
I to build a house up out of it, chopping
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 a plane singing to burn it down
You better your step
When I come