Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

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

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

Actually, I you'd could call it a Tavern
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and sawdust on the
Friendly

I saw that there was just one old man at the bar
And in the mirror, I could see him me and my guitar
An' he and said, "Come up here 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 just looked at him, he said, "You ain't any money, are you?"
I said, "You've been my mail"
He just smiled and said, "Let me see that
I've got something you hear", then he laid it on me

"If you waste your time a-talkin' to the people who listen
To the things that you are sayin', who do you think's gonna
And if you should die how the things that they complain about
Are things they could be changin', who do you gonna care?"

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

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

You see, the devil a hungry man
If you don't wanna join him, you got to him
I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for
Then I stole his

And you can hear me singin' to the people who don't listen
To the things that I am sayin', prayin' someone's 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 born a lonely singer, and I'm to die the same
But I've got to the hunger in my soul
And if I never have a nickle, I ever die ashamed
'Cause I don't believe that no-one to know