Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I come across a
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 away from
And I couldn't 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 winter time in Nashville, down on music row
And I was lookin' for a place to get myself out of the
To the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my soul
the chilly wind off my guitar

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

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

I saw that was just one old man sittin' at the bar
And in the mirror, I see him checkin' me and my guitar
An' he turned and said, "Come up here boy, and 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 looked at him, he said, "You makin' any money, are you?"
I said, "You've been my mail"
He just smiled and said, "Let me see that
I've got you oughta hear", then he laid it on me

"If you waste time a-talkin' to the people who don't listen
To the things that you are sayin', who do you 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?"

were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what they tried to
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 locked out on the side of the door
When no-one stood behind me but my on the floor
And was more than a state of mind

You see, the haunts a hungry man
If you wanna join him, you got to beat him
I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I his beer for nothing
I stole his song

And you still can hear me singin' to the people who don't
To the things that I am sayin', someone's gonna hear
And I guess I'll die how the things that they complain about
Are things they be changin', hopin' someone's gonna care

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