Luyện nghe bài hát Devil, Devil

town, she is a temptress.
A siren gold eyes, she'll cut you with her kindness,
She will lead you her lies.
She's been a glistening 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 with 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.
She'd smiled on the Johnny's, the Merles and the music-row billionaires.
a beacon 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 reason there's a morning coming down.
I saw the light, A Boy Named Sue, He loving her today.
The and 16th avenue.
The Ryman, oh she's a the brown eyed mickey
She was Roy castle 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 mine it does balls of brass.
For seem 'em come and seen '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 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 backside she will it in your 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 in friendly shadows; but she's a junky with a limp.
The agents are her and the labels are her pimp.
I'll tell you a secret of a place known far and wide,
The devil walks among us 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 know he is real.
So devil, you can go screw yourself, and then go the hell.