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 it was a cold day in December
peeled the paint off the wall , screamin'
on the way
They rushed her to the in that old Chevy truck
Running 90 miles an hour down back roads
Blowing the sheriff, hid in the woods,
Smoke off the engine
hot, must have been a sign
They her to the emergency room
made it to the bed
A few minutes later I was screaming for my breath
A devil the doctor said
He's got look in his eye, ya know?
Reminds me of
Yeah ones gonna 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 a plane singing to burn it down
You better watch step
When I around

right, uh
You could hear for miles around
And oak trees the ground
The wind holes on that old Dixie flag on the capitol steps
Change is coming, my great grand mamma
Quietly clutching her bible, sitting in a chair ,smoking a cigarette
And the wood creaked beneath the porch and the old dog and cried
As the passing by
And Mr. Williams a mean batch of that moonshine to the wake
You know one comes and one goes as say
And they laid a flower on the
Buried on December 29th for robbing a
And killed by the police, see you in the next old friend
did he know, his old friend was back again
As the son of Diane

And it was by fire
I'm just under a plane singing to burn it
You better your 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 devilish
A of men, a preacher at ten
I was already in to sin
Back in the saddle
12s in the back of the trunk, making it rattle
them nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the babie's got powers, the baby is
Fuck a church, I'm a
Professional, public
from the wrong side of the tracks
Bring me the ? the back
Keeping these gutter raised
With alley way cats
what these others can't see
My poetry is a of ? up from the bottom
And that fucking tree, but I brought a chainsaw
I come to build a house up out of it,
off this culture, and putting soliders up inside of it
Limbs, brick, mortar, up the windows
For the tornado, I'm a fatal blow to these foes
Bag up the hot

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