Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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

Uh
in 1979 it was a cold day in December
Mamma peeled the paint off the , screamin'
on the way
They rushed her to the hospital in old Chevy truck
Running 90 miles an hour down them back
Blowing the sheriff, hid in the woods,
bellowing off the engine
Running hot, must been a sign
They rushed her to the room
made it to the bed
A few minutes later I was screaming for my first
A little the doctor said
got that look in his eye, ya know?
Reminds me of
Yeah this ones be trouble I can tell it
And the lights went
mamma said doctor something's burning ,I can smell it

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

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 grand mamma said
Quietly her bible, sitting in a rocking chair ,smoking a cigarette
And the wood creaked beneath the porch and the old dog and cried
As the sirens by
And Mr. Williams brought a batch of that moonshine to the wake
You know one comes and one as they say
And they a flower 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 friend was again
As the son of Sheila

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

You how the story goes
See me, I'm a curious
A stray to some a chatter and whisper at night and the head of a following storm, a rebel at heart ,a devilish grin
A leader of men, a at ten
I was in to spiritual sin
Back in the again
12s in the of the trunk, making it rattle again
Giving them but punk
Living, the baby, the got powers, the baby is haunted
a church, I'm a confession
Professional, annointed
Came from the wrong side of the
me the ? outta the back
Keeping these gutter raised
With alley way cats
Seen what these can't see
My is a reflection of ? up from the bottom
And climbing that fucking tree, but I brought a
I come to a house up out of it, chopping
Limbs off this culture, and putting soliders up 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 a plane singing to burn it down
You better watch step
When I come