Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

It was winter 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' was eatin' at my soul
Keep the chilly wind off my

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

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

I saw that was just one old man sittin' at the bar
And in the mirror, I could see him me and my guitar
An' he turned and said, "Come up 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 looked at him, he said, "You ain't makin' any money, are you?"
I said, "You've readin' my mail"
He just smiled and said, "Let me see guitar
I've got something you oughta hear", 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 hear
And if you die explainin' how the things that they complain about
Are things could be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

There were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and
Who were for what they tried to show
And their have been 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
when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door
When no-one behind me but my shadow on the floor
And lonesome was more than a state of

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

And you can hear me singin' to the people who don't 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 bound to die the
But got to feed 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