Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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

Uh
Back in it was a cold day in December
Mamma peeled the off the wall , screamin'
on the way
They rushed her to the hospital in that old truck
Running 90 miles an down them back roads
past the sheriff, hid in the woods,
Smoke off the engine
Running hot, must have been a
They her to the emergency room
made it to the bed
A few minutes later I was for my first breath
A little devil the doctor
got that look in his eye, ya know?
Reminds me of
Yeah this ones be trouble 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 just under a plane to burn it down
You better watch your
I come around

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

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

You know how the goes
See me, I'm a curious
A stray bullet to some a chatter and whisper at 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 again
12s in the back of the trunk, making it rattle
Giving nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the babie's got powers, the baby is
a church, I'm a confession
Professional, public
Came the wrong side of the tracks
Bring me the ? outta the
these gutter dogs raised
With these alley way
what these others can't see
My is a reflection of ? up from the bottom
And climbing that fucking tree, but I brought a
I come to build a up out of it, chopping
Limbs off culture, and putting soliders up inside of it
Limbs, brick, mortar, board up the
For the tornado, I'm a fatal blow to these honorable
Bag up the hot

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