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.
She's been called a meadow.
She's good at 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.
They gave all of their all and all they got in is empty holes.
Sure we've all about 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 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 eyed mickey
She was Roy Acuffs castle and Elvis Presley's dream
not all bad it's not all dark it's not all gloom and crass,
But to mine gold in this silver mine it does balls of brass.
For she's seem 'em come and '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 lady's town...
You can or you can fight.

You see, it all comes 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 pawn shop guitars.
A nasty little needle to a vein feeds 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.
I'll you a well-known secret of a place known far and wide,
The devil walks 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 go straight the hell.