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.
good at keeping score.
If you make it your savior, if you don't she's a whore.
The roads to and from her heart are littered with souls.
They all of their all and all they 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.
a beacon she goes seeking seed, her loins so fertile.
To a man she's a prison, to a caged one she's a fire.

She's the reason 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 brown eyed
She was Roy Acuffs and Elvis Presley's broken dream
not all bad it's not all dark it's not all gloom and crass,
But to mine gold in this silver it does take balls of brass.
For seem 'em come and seen 'em go,
And herself a time 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 down to money.
Not romantic art of days gone past, if you 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 needle to a vein that feeds a singers heart.
She lurks in friendly but she's a junky 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 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 screw yourself, and go straight the hell.