Luyện nghe bài hát Devil, Devil

town, she is a temptress.
A siren with eyes, she'll cut you with her kindness,
She will you with her lies.
She's been called a meadow.
She's good at score.
If you make it your savior, if you don't she's a whore.
The roads to and from her heart are littered creative souls.
They gave all of all and all they got in return 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 she goes seeking seed, her loins so fertile.
To a free man she's a prison, to a one she's a fire.

She's the there's a Sunday morning coming down.
I saw the light, A Boy Named Sue, He loving her today.
The pill and avenue.
The Ryman, oh she's a diamond the brown 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 and seen 'em go,
And herself a time or two. no matter
How satisfied her scream sounds she wants someone new.
The next him or her or them or all... 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 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 pawn guitars.
A nasty little needle to a vein that a singers heart.
She lurks in friendly shadows; but she's a junky a limp.
The are her bookie and the labels are her pimp.
I'll tell you a well-known secret of a place far and wide,
The devil walks among us and Nashville is his bride.

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