Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of back, I come across a great
And wasted of mine in the hallway 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 from
And I couldn't help but why
And the lines of this song 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 John and
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 warm the frozen feelin' was eatin' at my soul
Keep the chilly wind off my

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

Actually, I guess could call it a Tavern
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and sawdust on the
shadows

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 tough life, it?"
I just looked at him, he said, "You ain't 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 hear", then he laid it on me

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

There were lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind
Who crucified 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 song
Back when had me locked out on the wrong side of the door
When no-one stood behind me but my on the floor
And lonesome was more a state of mind

You see, the devil 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 people who don't
To the that I am sayin', prayin' someone's gonna hear
And I guess die explainin' how the things that they complain about
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 never have a nickle, I ever die ashamed
'Cause I don't that no-one wants to know