Luyện nghe bài hát Devil, Devil

town, she is a temptress.
A siren gold eyes, she'll cut you with her kindness,
She lead you with her lies.
She's called a glistening meadow.
She's good at score.
If you make it your savior, if you don't she's a whore.
The roads to and from her heart are littered creative souls.
They all of their all and all they got in return is empty holes.
Sure we've all heard Shell, and Chris, Willy, and the Bobby Bares.
She'd smiled on the Johnny's, the Merles and the many billionaires.
a beacon she goes seeking seed, her loins so fertile.
To a free man she's a prison, to a one she's a fire.

She's the reason there's a morning coming down.
I saw the light, A Boy Sue, He stopped loving her today.
The pill and avenue.
The Ryman, oh she's a diamond the brown mickey
She was Roy Acuffs castle and Elvis broken dream
not all bad it's not all dark it's not all gloom and crass,
But to mine gold in this silver mine it does take of brass.
For she's seem 'em and seen 'em go,
And herself a time or two. no matter
How satisfied her scream sounds she always someone new.
The next him or her or them or all... With stamina to the night. To be a star in this lady's town...
You can or you can fight.

You see, it all comes to money.
Not art of days gone past, if you forget that rule,
You can bet your she will bury it in your ass.
A tramp, a slut, a bitch, a mutt, a pawn shop guitars.
A nasty little needle to a vein feeds a singers heart.
She in friendly shadows; but she's a junky with a limp.
The agents are her bookie and the are her pimp.
I'll tell you a well-known secret of a place far and wide,
The devil walks us folks and Nashville is his bride.

All the he has caused, and done.
His greatest is to every guitar-totin' dreamer,
The devil don't exist... but me, I his hand.
And I know he is real.
So devil, you can go screw yourself, and go straight the hell.