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 called a glistening 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 heard about Shell, and Chris, Willy, and the Bares.
She'd smiled on the Johnny's, the Merles and the music-row billionaires.
Like a beacon she seeking seed, her loins so fertile.
To a free man 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 Named Sue, He stopped her today.
The pill and avenue.
The Ryman, oh she's a diamond the eyed mickey
She was Roy Acuffs castle and Elvis Presley's dream
It's not all bad it's not all dark 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 a time or two. no matter
How satisfied her scream 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 comes to money.
Not romantic art of days gone past, if you forget rule,
You can bet backside 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 shadows; but she's a junky with a limp.
The are her bookie 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 and Nashville is his bride.

All the he has caused, and done.
His trick 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 yourself, and then go straight the hell.