Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

Check, check,
Let's go
This is Bones to my right, right here
To my left DJ
My name is
is Trial By Fire

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

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

right, uh
You could lightning for miles around
And oak trees hitting the
The wind tore holes on old Dixie flag on the capitol steps
Change is coming, my grand mamma said
clutching her bible, sitting in a rocking chair ,smoking a cigarette
And the wood creaked the porch and the old dog moaned and cried
As the passing by
And Mr. Williams brought a mean batch of that moonshine to the
You know one comes and one as they say
And they laid a flower on the
Buried on December for robbing a bank
And killed by the police, see you in the next life old
Little did he know, his old friend was again
As the son of Diane

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

You know how the story
See me, I'm a curious
A stray bullet to some a chatter and 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 in to spiritual sin
Back in the saddle
12s in the back of the trunk, making it again
Giving them nothing but
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 gutter dogs raised
With these alley way
Seen what these others see
My poetry is a reflection of ? up from the
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 blow 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 step
When I around