Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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This is Owens to my right, right here
To my DJ Klever
My name is
is Trial By Fire

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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 truck
Running 90 miles an hour them back roads
Blowing the sheriff, hid in the woods,
Smoke bellowing off the
Running hot, must have a sign
rushed her to the emergency room
Barely 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 doctor something's burning ,I can smell it

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

right, uh
You could hear lightning for around
And oak trees hitting the
The wind tore holes on that old Dixie flag on the capitol
Change is coming, my great mamma said
Quietly clutching her bible, 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. Williams a mean batch of that moonshine to the wake
You know one and one goes as they say
And they laid a on the grave
on December 29th for robbing a bank
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 Diane

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

You know how the goes
See me, I'm a soul
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 saddle
12s in the back of the trunk, making it rattle
them nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the got powers, the baby is haunted
Fuck a church, I'm a
Professional, public
Came from the wrong of the tracks
Bring me the ? the back
Keeping these gutter dogs
With these way cats
Seen what these others see
My is a reflection 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 up inside of it
Limbs, brick, mortar, up the windows
For the tornado, I'm a fatal blow to honorable foes
Bag up the hot

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