Luyện nghe bài hát Devil, Devil

town, she is a temptress.
A siren with eyes, she'll cut you with her kindness,
She lead you with her lies.
She's been called a meadow.
She's 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 with creative souls.
They all of their all and all they 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 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 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 eyed
She was Roy Acuffs castle and Elvis broken dream
It's not all bad not all dark it's not all gloom and crass,
But to mine gold in 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 her scream 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 thousand shop guitars.
A nasty needle to a vein that feeds a singers heart.
She in friendly shadows; but she's a junky with a limp.
The agents are her and the labels are her pimp.
I'll you a well-known secret of a place known far and wide,
The devil walks among us folks and is his bride.

All the he has caused, and done.
His trick is to every guitar-totin' dreamer,
The devil exist... but me, I shook his hand.
And I that he is real.
So devil, you can go screw yourself, and then go the hell.