Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I across a great
And wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a studio
And while he was reciting some poetry to me he'd written
I saw he was about 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 no longer wasted and he's got him a good woman And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June
Who helped show me how to beat the

It was winter time in Nashville, down on city row
And I was lookin' for a place to get 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 hungry beans
But it'd been of month of paydays since I'd heard that scream
So a stomach full of empty and a pocket full of dreams
I my pride and stepped inside 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 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 show us 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 just looked at him, he said, "You ain't any money, are you?"
I said, "You've readin' my mail"
He just and said, "Let me see that 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 hear
And if you should die how the things that they complain about
Are things they be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for they tried to show
And voices have 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 before
Back when failure had me out on the wrong side of the door
When stood behind me but my shadow on the floor
And lonesome was more a state of mind

You see, the devil a hungry man
If you don't wanna him, you got to beat 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', prayin' someone's hear
And I guess I'll die explainin' how the things that complain about
Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's gonna

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