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 reciting 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 of this song 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 the devil

It was winter time in Nashville, down on music row
And I was lookin' for a place to get out of the cold
To warm the frozen 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 since I'd heard that eagle scream
So a stomach full of empty and a pocket full of dreams
I left my pride and stepped a bar

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

I saw that there was just one old man at the bar
And in the mirror, I could see him me and my guitar
An' he turned and said, "Come up boy, and show us what you are"
I said, "I'm dry", he me a beer

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

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

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

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his before
Back failure 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 a state of mind

You see, the haunts a hungry man
If you don't wanna join him, you got to him
I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for
Then I his song

And you can hear 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 complain about
Are things could 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 feed the in my soul
And if I never a nickle, I won't ever die ashamed
I don't believe that no-one wants to know