Luyện nghe bài hát Devil, Devil

town, she is a temptress.
A with gold eyes, she'll cut you with her kindness,
She will lead you her lies.
She's been called a meadow.
She's good at score.
If you make it your savior, if you don't she's a whore.
The to and from her heart are littered with creative souls.
gave all of their all and all they got in return is empty holes.
Sure we've all about Shell, and Chris, Willy, and the Bobby Bares.
She'd smiled on the Johnny's, the Merles and the music-row 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 Sunday morning down.
I saw the light, A Boy Named Sue, He stopped her today.
The pill and avenue.
The Ryman, oh she's a diamond the brown mickey
She was Roy castle and Elvis Presley's broken dream
It's not all bad 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 'em come and seen 'em go,
And came herself a or two. no matter
How satisfied her scream sounds she always wants new.
The next him or her or them or all... With stamina to last the night. To be a star in lady's town...
You can or you can fight.

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

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