Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

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

My thirsty wanted whiskey, my needed beans
But it'd been of month of paydays since I'd 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 and sawdust on the floor
shadows

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

"If you your time a-talkin' to the people 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 they about
Are things they could be changin', who do you think's care?"

were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what they to show
And their voices have scattered by the swirling winds of time
the truth remains that no-one wants 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 no-one stood me but my shadow on the floor
And lonesome was more a state of mind

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

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

I was born a singer, and I'm bound to die the same
But I've got to feed the in my soul
And if I never have a nickle, I won't ever die
'Cause I don't that no-one wants to know