Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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

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Back in it was a cold day in December
Mamma peeled the paint off the , screamin'
on the way
They rushed her to the hospital in old Chevy truck
Running 90 miles an hour down them roads
past the sheriff, hid in the woods,
Smoke bellowing off the
Running hot, must been a sign
rushed her to the emergency room
Barely it to the bed
A few minutes I was screaming for my first breath
A little the doctor said
He's got that in his eye, ya know?
me of mischief
Yeah ones gonna be trouble I can tell it
And then the went
Then said doctor something's burning ,I can smell it

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

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

And it was trial by
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 curious
A bullet 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 in to spiritual sin
Back in the saddle
12s in the back of the trunk, making it again
Giving nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the got powers, the baby is haunted
a church, I'm a confession
Professional, annointed
Came from the side of the tracks
Bring me the ? the back
Keeping gutter dogs raised
With these way cats
Seen these others can't see
My poetry is a of ? up from the bottom
And that fucking tree, but I brought a chainsaw
I to build 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 these foes
Bag up the hot

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