Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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is Bones Owens to my right, right here
To my DJ Klever
My is Yelawolf
is Trial By Fire

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

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

right, uh
You could hear lightning for around
And oak trees the ground
The wind tore holes on that old Dixie flag on the capitol
is coming, my great grand mamma said
Quietly 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 passing by
And Mr. Williams brought a mean batch of that to the wake
You know one and one goes as they say
And they a flower on the grave
Buried on December 29th for robbing a
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 by fire
I'm just under a 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 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
them nothing 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
Bring me the ? the back
these gutter dogs raised
With alley way cats
Seen what these can't see
My poetry is a reflection of ? up from the
And climbing that fucking tree, but I a chainsaw
I come to a house up out of it, chopping
off this culture, and putting soliders up inside of it
Limbs, brick, mortar, board up the
For the tornado, I'm a blow to these honorable foes
Bag up the hot

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