Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

Check, check,
go Klever
This is Bones to my right, right here
To my DJ Klever
My is Yelawolf
This is Trial By

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 old Chevy truck
Running 90 miles an hour down them roads
Blowing the sheriff, hid in the woods,
Smoke off the engine
Running hot, must have a sign
rushed her to the emergency room
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 lights
Then mamma said doctor something's ,I can smell it

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

right, uh
You could hear for miles around
And oak trees the ground
The tore holes on that old Dixie flag on the capitol steps
Change is coming, my great grand mamma
Quietly clutching her bible, sitting in a rocking ,smoking a cigarette
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 and one goes as they say
And laid a flower on the grave
Buried on 29th for robbing a bank
And by the police, see you in the next life old friend
Little did he know, his old friend was 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 know how the goes
See me, I'm a soul
A stray to some a chatter and whisper at night and the head of a following storm, a rebel at heart ,a devilish grin
A of men, a preacher at ten
I was already in to sin
Back in the saddle
12s in the back of the trunk, making it again
Giving them but punk
Living, the baby, the babie's got powers, the is haunted
Fuck a church, I'm a
Professional, public
Came from the wrong side of the
me the ? outta the back
Keeping these gutter raised
With these way cats
Seen what these can't see
My poetry is a of ? up from the bottom
And that fucking tree, but I brought a chainsaw
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 blow to these honorable foes
Bag up the hot

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