Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I come a great
And wasted of mine in the hallway of a recording studio
And he was reciting some poetry 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 he's no longer wasted and he's got him a good woman And I'd to dedicate this to John and June
Who helped show me how to the devil

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

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

Actually, I you'd could call 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 could see him checkin' me and my
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 looked at him, he said, "You ain't any money, are you?"
I said, "You've readin' my mail"
He smiled and said, "Let me see that guitar
I've got something you hear", then he laid it on me

"If you waste your time to the people who don't listen
To the that you are sayin', who do you think's gonna hear
And if you should die 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 turned deaf and blind
Who crucified for what they tried to show
And voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time
'Cause the remains that no-one wants to know

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd his song before
Back when 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 a hungry 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
I stole his song

And you still can hear me singin' to the people who listen
To the things that I am sayin', prayin' gonna hear
And I guess I'll die explainin' how the things that they complain
Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's gonna

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