Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of back, I come across a great
And wasted of mine in the hallway of a recording studio
And while he was reciting some poetry to me that he'd
I saw that he was about a away from dyin'
And I couldn't but wonder why
And the lines of this song to me
I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted and got him a good woman And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June
Who helped me how to beat the devil

It was winter time in Nashville, down on music row
And I was lookin' for a to get myself out of the cold
To warm the feelin' that was eatin' at my soul
Keep the wind off my guitar

My thirsty wanted whiskey, my hungry beans
But it'd been of month of paydays since I'd that eagle scream
So with a stomach full of empty and a full of dreams
I left my pride and inside a bar

Actually, I guess could call it a Tavern
smoke to the ceiling and sawdust on the floor
Friendly

I saw there was just one old man sittin' at the bar
And in the mirror, I could see him checkin' me and my
An' he turned and said, "Come up boy, and show us what you are"
I said, "I'm dry", he me a beer

He nodded at my guitar and said, "It's a life, ain't it?"
I looked at him, he said, "You ain't makin' any money, are you?"
I said, "You've been my mail"
He smiled and said, "Let me see that guitar
got something you oughta hear", then he laid it on me

"If you your time a-talkin' to the people who don't listen
To the that you are sayin', who do you think's gonna hear
And if you should die explainin' how the things that complain about
Are things could be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

There were other lonely singers in a world deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what they tried to
And their voices have scattered by the swirling winds of time
'Cause the truth remains that wants to know

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song
Back failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door
When stood behind me but my shadow on the floor
And lonesome was more than a of mind

You see, the devil a hungry man
If you don't wanna him, you got to beat him
I sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing
Then I stole his

And you still can hear me singin' to the people who listen
To the things that I am sayin', someone's gonna hear
And I guess I'll die explainin' how the things that they about
Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's care

I was a lonely singer, and I'm bound to die the same
But I've got to the hunger in my soul
And if I have a nickle, I won't ever die ashamed
'Cause I don't believe that no-one to know