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 some poetry to me that he'd written
I saw he was about a step away from dyin'
And I couldn't but wonder why
And the lines of song occurred to me
I'm 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 June
Who show me how to beat the devil

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

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

Actually, I guess you'd could it a Tavern
smoke to the ceiling 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 and said, "Come up here boy, and show us what you are"
I said, "I'm dry", he me a beer

He nodded at my guitar and said, "It's a tough life, 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 guitar
I've got you oughta hear", then he laid it on me

"If you waste your time a-talkin' to the who don't listen
To the things that you are sayin', who do you gonna hear
And if you should die how the things that they complain about
Are things they could be changin', who do you gonna care?"

There were other lonely singers in a turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for they tried to show
And their voices have been scattered by the winds of time
'Cause the 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 stood behind me but my shadow on the
And lonesome was 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 drank his beer for
Then I stole his

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

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