Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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

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

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

right, uh
You could lightning for miles around
And oak trees the ground
The tore holes on that old Dixie flag on the capitol steps
Change is coming, my great grand said
Quietly clutching her bible, sitting in a rocking ,smoking a cigarette
And the wood creaked beneath the porch and the old dog moaned and
As the passing by
And Mr. Williams brought a mean 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 trial by
I'm just a plane singing to burn it down
You watch your step
I come around

You know how the goes
See me, I'm a curious
A stray to some a chatter and whisper at night and the head of a following storm, a rebel at heart ,a devilish grin
A of men, a preacher at ten
I was already in to sin
in the saddle again
12s in the back of the trunk, it rattle again
them nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the got powers, the baby is haunted
Fuck a church, I'm a
Professional, public
Came from the side of the tracks
Bring me the ? outta the
Keeping these dogs raised
these alley way cats
Seen what these others see
My poetry is a reflection of ? up the bottom
And climbing that fucking tree, but I a chainsaw
I to build a house up out of it, chopping
Limbs off this culture, and soliders 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 plane singing to it down
You better watch your
I come around