Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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

Uh
Back in 1979 it was a cold day in
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 them roads
past the sheriff, hid in the woods,
Smoke bellowing off the
Running hot, have been a sign
rushed her to the emergency room
made it to the bed
A few minutes later I was for my first breath
A devil the doctor said
He's got that look in his eye, ya
me of mischief
Yeah this ones gonna be I can tell it
And the lights went
Then mamma said doctor something's ,I can smell it

And it was trial by
I'm under a plane 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 her bible, sitting in a rocking chair ,smoking a cigarette
And the wood creaked beneath the porch and the old dog moaned and
As the passing by
And Mr. brought a mean batch 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 for robbing 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 under a plane singing to it down
You better watch your
I come 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 following storm, a rebel at heart ,a devilish
A leader of men, a at ten
I was in to spiritual sin
in the saddle again
12s in the back of the trunk, it rattle again
them nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the babie's got powers, the is haunted
Fuck a church, I'm a
Professional, annointed
from the wrong side of the tracks
Bring me the ? outta the
Keeping gutter dogs raised
With these alley way
Seen what these can't see
My poetry is a reflection of ? up the bottom
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, board up the
For the tornado, I'm a fatal blow to these foes
Bag up the hot

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