Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A of years back, I come across a great
And friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio
And he was reciting some poetry to me that he'd written
I saw that he was about a step away from
And I couldn't but wonder why
And the lines of 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 me how to beat the devil

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 feelin' was eatin' at my soul
the chilly wind off my guitar

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

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

I saw that was just 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 boy, and show us what you are"
I said, "I'm dry", he me a beer

He at my guitar 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 smiled and said, "Let me see guitar
got something you oughta hear", then he laid it on me

"If you waste your time a-talkin' to the people who listen
To the things that you are sayin', who do you think's gonna
And if you die explainin' how the things that they complain about
Are things they be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

There were other lonely singers in a world turned 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 shadow on the
And lonesome was more than a of mind

You see, the devil a hungry man
If you don't wanna him, you got to beat him
I sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing
I stole 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 that they complain about
Are things they could be changin', hopin' 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 won't die ashamed
'Cause I don't believe that wants to know