Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I come a great
And wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording
And while he was reciting some to me that he'd written
I saw that he was about a step from dyin'
And I help but wonder why
And the lines of this occurred to me
I'm happy to say no longer wasted and he's got him a good woman And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June
Who helped show me how to beat the

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

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

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

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

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

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

There were other singers in a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for they tried to show
And their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of
'Cause the remains that no-one wants to know

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song
Back when failure had me 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 haunts a man
If you wanna join him, you got to beat him
I ain't sayin' I the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing
I stole his song

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 they complain about
Are things could be changin', hopin' someone's gonna care

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