Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I come across a
And wasted 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 dyin'
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 this to John and June
Who show me how to beat the devil

It was winter time in Nashville, down on city row
And I was for a place to get myself out of the cold
To warm the frozen feelin' that was at my soul
the chilly wind off my guitar

My wanted whiskey, my hungry needed beans
But it'd been of month of paydays since I'd 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 call it a Tavern
smoke to the ceiling and sawdust on the floor
Friendly

I saw that there was just one old man at the bar
And in the mirror, I see him checkin' me and my guitar
An' he and said, "Come up here 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 just looked at him, he said, "You ain't any money, are you?"
I said, "You've readin' my mail"
He smiled and said, "Let me see that guitar
got something you oughta 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 hear
And if you should die how the things that they complain about
Are things they could be changin', who do you think's care?"

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

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd his song before
when failure 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 than a state of mind

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

And you still can me singin' to the people who don't listen
To the things that I am sayin', prayin' someone's gonna
And I guess I'll die how the things that they complain about
Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's care

I was born a lonely singer, and I'm to die the same
But I've got to feed the in my soul
And if I never have a nickle, I ever die ashamed
'Cause I don't believe that wants to know