Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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go Klever
This is Owens to my right, right here
To my left DJ
My is Yelawolf
is Trial By Fire

Uh
Back in 1979 it was a day in December
Mamma peeled the paint off the , screamin'
on the way
They rushed her to the hospital in that old truck
Running 90 miles an down them back roads
Blowing the sheriff, hid in the woods,
Smoke off the engine
Running hot, must have a sign
They rushed her to the emergency
Barely it to the bed
A few minutes later I was for my first breath
A little devil the doctor
He's got that in his eye, ya know?
me of mischief
Yeah this ones be trouble I can tell it
And the lights went
Then mamma said doctor burning ,I can smell it

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

right, uh
You could lightning for miles around
And oak trees the ground
The wind holes on that old Dixie flag on the capitol steps
Change is coming, my grand mamma said
Quietly clutching her bible, sitting in a rocking chair ,smoking a
And the wood creaked beneath the and the old dog moaned and cried
As the sirens by
And Mr. brought a mean batch of that moonshine to the wake
You know one comes and one goes as say
And they laid a on the grave
Buried on December 29th for robbing a
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 Diane

And it was trial by
I'm just 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 of a following storm, a rebel at heart ,a devilish grin
A leader of men, a at ten
I was already in to sin
Back in the again
12s in the back of the trunk, it rattle again
Giving them but punk
Living, the baby, the babie's got powers, the baby is
Fuck a church, I'm a
Professional, annointed
Came from the wrong side of the
me the ? outta the back
Keeping gutter dogs raised
With alley way cats
what these others can't see
My poetry is a reflection of ? up the bottom
And that fucking 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 to these honorable foes
Bag up the hot

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