Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I across a great
And wasted friend of in the hallway of a recording studio
And while he was reciting some poetry to me that written
I saw he was about a step away from dyin'
And I couldn't help but why
And the of this song occurred to me
I'm happy to say 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 time in Nashville, down on music city row
And I was lookin' for a to get myself out of the cold
To the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my soul
the chilly wind off my guitar

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

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

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

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

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

There were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and
Who were crucified for what they to show
And their voices been scattered by the swirling winds of time
'Cause the truth remains no-one wants to know

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song
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 devil a hungry man
If you don't wanna join him, you got to him
I ain't sayin' I the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing
Then I stole his

And you still can hear me 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 they be changin', hopin' someone's gonna care

I was a lonely singer, and I'm bound 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
I don't believe that no-one wants to know