Luyện nghe bài hát Devil, Devil

town, she is a temptress.
A siren 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 make it she's savior, if you don't she's a whore.
The roads to and from her are littered 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 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 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 the brown eyed mickey
She was Roy Acuffs and Elvis Presley's broken dream
It's not all bad it's not all dark it's not all and crass,
But to mine gold in this silver mine it does take of brass.
For she's 'em come and seen 'em go,
And came a time or two. no matter
How satisfied her scream sounds she always someone new.
The next him or her or them or all... With stamina to 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 days 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 feeds a singers heart.
She lurks in friendly shadows; but a junky with a limp.
The agents are her bookie and the 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 trick is to 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 go straight the hell.