Luyện nghe bài hát Devil, Devil

town, she is a temptress.
A siren with gold eyes, cut you with her kindness,
She lead you with her lies.
She's called a glistening meadow.
good at keeping score.
If you make it she's savior, if you don't she's a whore.
The roads to and her heart are littered with creative souls.
They all of their all and all they got in return is empty holes.
Sure we've all heard about Shell, and Chris, Willy, and the Bares.
She'd smiled on the Johnny's, the 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.

the reason there's a Sunday morning coming down.
I saw the light, A Boy Sue, He stopped loving her today.
The and 16th avenue.
The Ryman, oh a diamond the brown eyed mickey
She was Roy castle and Elvis Presley's broken dream
It's not all bad it's not all it's not all gloom and crass,
But to mine gold in silver mine it does take balls of brass.
For she's seem 'em come and 'em go,
And came herself a 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 comes to money.
Not art of days gone past, if you forget that rule,
You can bet your she will bury it in your 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 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 walks among us folks and Nashville is his bride.

All the he has caused, and done.
His greatest is to every guitar-totin' dreamer,
The don't exist... but me, I shook his hand.
And I know he is real.
So devil, you can go screw yourself, and then go the hell.