Luyện nghe bài hát Devil, Devil

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

the reason there's a Sunday morning coming down.
I saw the light, A Boy Named Sue, He stopped her today.
The pill and avenue.
The Ryman, oh a diamond the brown eyed mickey
She was Roy Acuffs castle and Elvis Presley's dream
It's not all bad it's not all dark it's not all and crass,
But to mine gold in this silver it does take balls of brass.
For she's seem 'em and seen 'em go,
And came a time or two. no matter
How satisfied her scream she always wants someone new.
The next him or her or 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 days past, if you forget that rule,
You can bet your backside she will bury it in ass.
A tramp, a slut, a bitch, a mutt, a thousand 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 agents are her and the labels are her pimp.
I'll tell you a well-known secret of a known far and wide,
The devil walks among us folks and is his bride.

All the he has caused, and done.
His greatest trick is to 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.