Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

Check, check,
go Klever
This is Bones Owens to my right, right
To my DJ Klever
My name is
is Trial By Fire

Uh
Back in 1979 it was a cold day in
Mamma peeled the paint off the wall ,
on the way
They her to the hospital in that old Chevy truck
Running 90 an hour down them back roads
past the sheriff, hid in the woods,
Smoke off the engine
Running hot, must have been a
They rushed her to the room
Barely it to the bed
A few minutes later I was for my first breath
A little the doctor said
got that look in his eye, ya know?
Reminds me of
Yeah ones gonna be trouble I can tell it
And the lights went
Then mamma said doctor burning ,I can smell it

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

right, uh
You hear lightning for miles around
And oak trees the ground
The wind tore on that old Dixie flag on the capitol steps
Change is coming, my great mamma said
Quietly clutching her bible, sitting in a chair ,smoking a cigarette
And the wood creaked beneath the porch and the old dog moaned and
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 for robbing a bank
And killed by the police, see you in the next old friend
Little did he know, his old was back again
As the son of Diane

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

You how the story goes
See me, I'm a curious
A stray bullet to some a chatter and whisper at night and the head of a following storm, a rebel at ,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 them but punk
Living, the baby, the babie's got powers, the is haunted
a church, I'm a confession
Professional, public
Came from the side of the tracks
me the ? outta the back
Keeping these gutter raised
With alley way cats
Seen these others can't see
My is a reflection of ? up from the bottom
And climbing fucking tree, but I brought 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, board up the
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 burn it
You better your step
I come around