Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A of years back, I come across a great
And wasted of mine in the hallway of a recording studio
And while he was some poetry to me that he'd written
I saw that he was about a away from dyin'
And I help but wonder 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 dedicate this to and June
Who show me how to beat the devil

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

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

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

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

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

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

There were other lonely in a world turned deaf and blind
Who crucified for what they 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 stood behind me but my on the floor
And lonesome was more than a of mind

You see, the devil haunts a man
If you wanna join 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' gonna hear
And I guess I'll die explainin' how the things that complain about
Are things they 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 have a nickle, I won't ever die
'Cause I don't that no-one wants to know