Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

Check, check,
Let's go
This is Bones Owens to my right, here
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 that old Chevy
Running 90 miles an hour down back roads
Blowing the sheriff, hid in the woods,
bellowing off the engine
Running hot, must been a sign
They rushed her to the emergency
made it to the bed
A few minutes I was screaming for my first breath
A little the doctor 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 said doctor something's burning ,I can smell it

And it was trial by
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 on that old Dixie flag on the capitol steps
Change is coming, my grand mamma said
Quietly her bible, sitting in a rocking chair ,smoking a cigarette
And the wood beneath the porch and the old dog moaned and cried
As the sirens by
And Mr. Williams brought a mean of that moonshine to the wake
You know one comes and one as they say
And they a flower on the grave
Buried on December 29th for a bank
And killed by the police, see you in the life old friend
did he know, his old friend was back again
As the son of Diane

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

You how the story goes
See me, I'm a curious
A bullet to some 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 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 is haunted
Fuck a church, I'm a
Professional, annointed
from the wrong side of the tracks
Bring me the ? outta the
these gutter dogs raised
With these way cats
Seen what these can't see
My is a reflection of ? up from the bottom
And climbing fucking tree, but I brought a chainsaw
I come to build a house up out of it,
off this culture, and putting soliders up inside of it
Limbs, brick, mortar, up the windows
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 plane singing to burn it
You better watch your
When I around