Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

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

Uh
Back in it was a cold day in December
Mamma peeled the off the wall , screamin'
on the way
They rushed her to the in that old Chevy truck
90 miles an hour down them back roads
Blowing the sheriff, hid in the woods,
Smoke off the engine
Running hot, must been a sign
They rushed her to the emergency
Barely it to the bed
A few minutes later I was screaming for my first
A little devil the doctor
got that look in his eye, ya know?
Reminds me of
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 trial by
I'm just under a singing to burn it down
You better watch your
When I around

right, uh
You could hear lightning for around
And oak hitting the ground
The wind tore holes on old Dixie flag on the capitol steps
is coming, my great grand mamma said
Quietly clutching her bible, sitting in a rocking chair ,smoking a
And the creaked beneath the porch and the old dog moaned and cried
As the sirens by
And Mr. Williams brought a mean batch of that moonshine to the
You know one and one goes as they say
And they laid a flower on the
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 under a plane singing to it down
You watch your step
When I around

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 storm, a rebel at heart ,a devilish grin
A of men, a preacher at ten
I was already in to sin
Back in the again
12s in the back of the trunk, making it again
them nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the got powers, the baby is haunted
a church, I'm a confession
Professional, annointed
Came the wrong side of the tracks
me the ? outta the back
Keeping these gutter dogs
these alley way cats
Seen these others can't see
My poetry is a of ? up from the bottom
And climbing fucking tree, but I brought a chainsaw
I to build a house up out of it, chopping
Limbs off this culture, and putting 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 trial by
I'm just under a plane singing to it down
You better watch step
I come around