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
is Trial By Fire

Uh
Back in it was a cold day in December
Mamma peeled the off the wall , screamin'
on the way
They rushed her to the hospital in that old Chevy
Running 90 miles an hour down back roads
Blowing the sheriff, hid in the woods,
Smoke bellowing off the
Running hot, must have a sign
rushed her to the emergency room
Barely it to the bed
A few minutes later I was for my first breath
A little devil the doctor
He's got that in his eye, ya know?
Reminds me of
this ones gonna 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 under a plane singing to burn it down
You better watch step
When I come

right, uh
You could hear lightning for around
And oak hitting the ground
The wind tore holes on that old flag on the capitol steps
Change is coming, my great grand mamma
Quietly clutching her bible, 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 one comes and one goes 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 was back again
As the son of Sheila

And it was by fire
I'm just under a plane singing to it down
You better watch 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 heart ,a grin
A of men, a preacher at ten
I was in to spiritual sin
Back in the 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 from the side of the tracks
Bring me the ? outta the
these gutter dogs raised
With these way cats
what these others can't see
My poetry is a reflection of ? up from the
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 soliders up of it
Limbs, brick, mortar, up the windows
For the tornado, I'm a fatal blow to honorable foes
Bag up the hot

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