Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

Check, check,
go Klever
This is Bones Owens to my right, right
To my DJ Klever
My name is
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 old Chevy truck
Running 90 miles an hour down them roads
past the sheriff, hid in the woods,
Smoke bellowing off the
Running hot, must have been a
They rushed her to the room
Barely it to the bed
A few minutes later I was screaming for my breath
A little devil the doctor
He's got that look in his eye, ya
Reminds me of
Yeah this ones be trouble I can tell it
And then the lights
Then mamma said doctor something's burning ,I can it

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

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

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

You know how the goes
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 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 back of the trunk, making it again
them nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the babie's got powers, the baby is
Fuck a church, I'm a
Professional, annointed
Came from the side of the tracks
me the ? outta the back
Keeping gutter dogs raised
these alley way cats
Seen what these others see
My poetry is a of ? up from the bottom
And climbing that fucking tree, but I brought a
I come to build a up out of it, chopping
Limbs off this culture, and soliders up inside of it
Limbs, brick, mortar, board up the
For the tornado, I'm a fatal blow to honorable foes
Bag up the hot

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