Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I come across a
And wasted friend of in the hallway of a recording studio
And while he was reciting poetry to me that he'd written
I saw that he was a step away from dyin'
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 like to dedicate this to 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 warm the frozen feelin' that was at my soul
Keep the wind off my guitar

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

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

I saw there 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 here boy, and us what you are"
I said, "I'm dry", he bought me a

He nodded at my 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 smiled and said, "Let me see that guitar
I've got something you oughta hear", he laid it on me

"If you your time a-talkin' 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 explainin' how the things that complain about
Are things they be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

There were other singers in a world turned deaf and blind
Who were for what they tried to show
And their voices have been scattered by the swirling of time
'Cause the 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 side of the door
When no-one behind me but my shadow on the floor
And lonesome was more a state of mind

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

And you still can 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 that they complain
Are things could 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 feed the in my soul
And if I never have a nickle, I ever die ashamed
'Cause I don't believe that wants to know