Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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Let's go
This is Bones Owens to my right, here
To my left DJ
My is Yelawolf
This is By Fire

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

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

right, uh
You could hear lightning for around
And oak trees hitting the
The wind tore holes on that old Dixie on the capitol steps
Change is coming, my great 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. Williams a mean batch of that moonshine to the wake
You know one comes and one as they 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 old friend
Little did he know, his old was back again
As the son of Sheila

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

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 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
Giving them nothing but
Living, the baby, the babie's got powers, the is haunted
a church, I'm a confession
Professional, annointed
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 from the
And climbing that fucking tree, but I 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, 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 to burn it down
You better watch step
When I come