Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

Check, check,
Let's go
This is Bones Owens to my right, right
To my DJ Klever
My name is
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
past the sheriff, hid in the woods,
Smoke bellowing off the
Running hot, must have a sign
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
Reminds me of
this ones gonna be trouble I can tell it
And then the went
mamma 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 around

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

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

You know how the story
See me, I'm a curious
A stray bullet to some a chatter and whisper at night and the head of a following storm, a rebel at heart ,a grin
A of men, a preacher at ten
I was in to spiritual sin
Back in the saddle
12s in the back of the trunk, making it rattle
them nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the babie's got powers, the baby is
a church, I'm a confession
Professional, annointed
from the wrong side of the tracks
Bring me the ? outta the
Keeping these gutter raised
With these alley way
Seen what these others see
My poetry is a of ? up from the bottom
And climbing that tree, but I brought a chainsaw
I to build a house up out of it, chopping
off this culture, and putting soliders up inside of it
Limbs, brick, mortar, up the windows
For the tornado, I'm a fatal blow to honorable foes
Bag up the hot

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