Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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Let's go
This is Owens to my right, right here
To my left DJ
My name is
is Trial By Fire

Uh
Back in 1979 it was a cold day in
Mamma the paint off the wall , screamin'
on the way
They rushed her to the hospital in that old truck
Running 90 miles an hour down them roads
past the sheriff, hid in the woods,
Smoke off the engine
Running hot, have been a sign
They her to the emergency room
Barely it to the bed
A few later I was screaming for my first breath
A little devil the said
He's got look in his eye, ya know?
Reminds me of
Yeah this ones be trouble I can tell it
And then the lights
Then said doctor something's burning ,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 hitting the ground
The tore holes on that old Dixie flag on the capitol steps
Change is coming, my great grand mamma
clutching her bible, sitting in a rocking chair ,smoking a cigarette
And the creaked beneath the porch and the old dog moaned and cried
As the sirens by
And Mr. Williams brought a batch of that moonshine to the wake
You one comes 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 Diane

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

You know how the goes
See me, I'm a curious
A stray bullet to some a 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 rattle
them nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the got powers, the baby is haunted
Fuck a church, I'm a
Professional, public
Came the wrong side of the tracks
Bring me the ? outta the
Keeping gutter dogs raised
With these way cats
Seen what these others see
My poetry is a of ? up from the bottom
And climbing that fucking tree, but I a chainsaw
I come to build a up out of it, chopping
Limbs off culture, and putting soliders up inside of it
Limbs, brick, mortar, up the windows
For the tornado, I'm a blow to these honorable foes
Bag up the hot

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