Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A of years back, I come across a great
And wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording
And while he was reciting some poetry to me 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 and he's got him a good woman And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June
Who show me how to beat the devil

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

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 stepped a bar

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

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 makin' any money, are you?"
I said, "You've readin' my mail"
He just and said, "Let me see that guitar
I've got something you hear", then he laid it on me

"If you waste your a-talkin' to the people who don't listen
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 think's care?"

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

You see, the devil haunts a man
If you don't join him, you got to beat him
I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his for nothing
Then I stole his

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

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