Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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

Uh
in 1979 it was a cold day in December
Mamma the paint off the wall , screamin'
on the way
They her to the hospital in that old Chevy truck
90 miles an hour down them back roads
Blowing the sheriff, hid in the woods,
bellowing off the engine
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 the doctor said
He's got look in his eye, ya know?
me of mischief
Yeah this ones gonna be trouble I can it
And then the went
Then said doctor something's burning ,I can smell it

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

right, uh
You could lightning for miles around
And oak trees the ground
The wind tore holes on old Dixie flag on the capitol steps
is coming, my great 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 moaned and
As the passing by
And Mr. Williams a mean batch of that moonshine to the wake
You one comes and one goes as they say
And they laid a on the grave
on December 29th for robbing a bank
And killed by the police, see you in the life old friend
Little did he know, his old was back again
As the son of Sheila

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

You know how the story
See me, I'm a soul
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
Back in the saddle
12s in the of the trunk, making it rattle again
Giving nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the got powers, the baby is haunted
a church, I'm a confession
Professional, public
Came the wrong side of the tracks
Bring me the ? outta the
these gutter dogs raised
With these alley way
Seen what these can't see
My poetry is a of ? up from the bottom
And that fucking tree, but I brought a chainsaw
I to build a house up out of it, chopping
Limbs off this culture, and soliders up inside of it
Limbs, brick, mortar, up the windows
For the tornado, I'm a fatal blow to these honorable
Bag up the hot

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