Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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

Uh
Back in 1979 it was a cold day in
Mamma peeled the off the wall , screamin'
on the way
They rushed her to the hospital in that old truck
Running 90 miles an hour 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
made it to the bed
A few minutes later I was screaming for my breath
A little devil the said
He's got that look in his eye, ya
me of mischief
Yeah this ones gonna be trouble I can it
And the lights went
Then mamma said 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
When I around

right, uh
You hear lightning for miles around
And oak trees the ground
The wind tore holes on that old flag on the capitol steps
Change is coming, my great grand mamma
Quietly clutching her bible, sitting in a rocking ,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 batch of that to the wake
You know one comes and one as they say
And they laid a flower on the
on December 29th for robbing a bank
And killed by the police, see you in the next old friend
did he know, his old friend was back again
As the son of Sheila

And it was trial by
I'm under 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 chatter and whisper at night and the of a following storm, a rebel at heart ,a devilish grin
A leader of men, a at ten
I was in to spiritual sin
in the saddle again
12s in the back of the trunk, making it rattle
Giving nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the babie's got powers, the is haunted
a church, I'm a confession
Professional, annointed
Came from the side of the tracks
Bring me the ? outta the
Keeping these dogs raised
With alley way cats
Seen what these others see
My poetry is a reflection of ? up from the
And climbing that tree, but I brought a chainsaw
I to build a house 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 to these honorable foes
Bag up the hot

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