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 been a glistening meadow.
She's at keeping score.
If you make it she's savior, if you don't she's a whore.
The to and from her heart are littered with creative souls.
They gave all of their all and all got in return is empty holes.
Sure we've all heard 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 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 Named Sue, He loving her today.
The and 16th avenue.
The Ryman, oh she's a diamond the brown eyed
She was Roy Acuffs castle and 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 take of brass.
For seem 'em come and seen 'em go,
And came a time or two. no matter
How satisfied her scream sounds she always wants new.
The him or her or them or all... With stamina to last the night. To be a star in this lady's town...
You can or you can fight.

You see, it all comes to money.
Not romantic art of gone past, if you forget that rule,
You can bet your backside she will bury it in ass.
A tramp, a slut, a bitch, a mutt, a pawn shop guitars.
A little needle to a vein that feeds a singers heart.
She lurks in friendly shadows; but she's a 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 folks and 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 that he is real.
So devil, you can go screw yourself, and then go the hell.