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 been a glistening meadow.
good at keeping score.
If you it she's your savior, if you don't she's a whore.
The roads to and from her are littered with creative souls.
gave 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.
smiled on the Johnny's, the Merles and the many music-row billionaires.
Like a beacon she goes seeking seed, her so fertile.
To a free man a prison, to a caged one she's a fire.

She's the there's a Sunday morning coming down.
I saw the light, A Boy Named Sue, He stopped her today.
The and 16th avenue.
The Ryman, oh she's a diamond the eyed mickey
She was Roy Acuffs and Elvis Presley's broken dream
It's not all bad it's not all dark it's not all and crass,
But to gold in this silver mine it does take balls of brass.
For seem 'em come and seen 'em go,
And came a time or two. no matter
How satisfied her sounds she always wants someone new.
The next him or her or them or all... With stamina to last the night. To be a star in this 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 your backside she 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 a singers heart.
She lurks in friendly shadows; but she's a with a limp.
The are her bookie and the labels 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 trick 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 then go the hell.