Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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

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

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

right, uh
You hear lightning for miles around
And oak trees hitting the
The tore holes on that old Dixie flag on the capitol steps
Change is coming, my great grand said
Quietly clutching her bible, sitting in a 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 batch of moonshine to the wake
You one comes and one goes as they say
And laid a flower on the grave
Buried on December 29th for robbing a
And killed by the police, see you in the life old friend
Little did he know, his old friend was again
As the son of Diane

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

You know how the story
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 already in to sin
in the saddle again
12s in the back of the trunk, it rattle again
them nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the babie's got powers, the baby is
Fuck a church, I'm a
Professional, public
from the wrong side of the tracks
Bring me the ? outta the
these gutter dogs raised
With alley way cats
Seen what these others see
My poetry is a reflection of ? up from the
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, board up the
For the tornado, I'm a fatal 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 your
I come around