Luyện nghe bài hát Devil, Devil

town, she is a temptress.
A siren with gold eyes, she'll cut you her kindness,
She will you with her lies.
She's called a glistening meadow.
She's at keeping score.
If you make it she's savior, if you don't she's a whore.
The roads to and from her heart are littered creative souls.
They gave all of their all and all 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.
Like a beacon she goes seed, her loins so fertile.
To a free man a prison, to a caged one she's a fire.

the reason there's a Sunday 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 silver mine it does take balls of brass.
For she's 'em come and seen 'em go,
And came herself a time or two. no
How satisfied her scream she always wants someone new.
The him or her or them or all... With stamina to last the night. To be a star in this lady's town...
You can or you can fight.

You see, it all down 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 pawn shop guitars.
A nasty little needle to a vein that feeds a heart.
She lurks in friendly shadows; but a junky with a limp.
The agents are her bookie and the are her pimp.
tell you a well-known secret of a place known far and wide,
The walks among us folks and Nashville is his bride.

All the he has caused, and done.
His greatest trick is to every 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 then go the hell.