Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

Check, check,
go Klever
This is Bones Owens to my right, here
To my DJ Klever
My name is
This is 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 old Chevy truck
Running 90 miles an hour down back roads
Blowing the sheriff, hid in the woods,
Smoke bellowing off the
hot, must have 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 ones gonna be trouble I can tell it
And then the lights
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 step
When I come

right, uh
You could lightning for miles around
And oak trees the ground
The wind tore holes on that old Dixie flag on the steps
Change is coming, my great grand mamma
Quietly clutching her bible, sitting in a 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 mean batch of that moonshine to the
You one comes and one goes as they say
And they laid a flower on the
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 Sheila

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

You how the story goes
See me, I'm a soul
A stray bullet to some a chatter and whisper at and the head of a following storm, a rebel at heart ,a devilish grin
A leader of men, a 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
a church, I'm a confession
Professional, public
Came from the wrong of the tracks
Bring me the ? the back
Keeping gutter dogs raised
With alley way cats
Seen what these can't see
My poetry is a reflection of ? up from the
And climbing fucking tree, but I brought a chainsaw
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 under a plane singing to burn it
You better watch step
I come around