Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A of years back, I come across a great
And wasted friend of mine in the of a recording studio
And while he was reciting some poetry to me that written
I saw that he was about a away from dyin'
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 show me how to the devil

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

My wanted whiskey, my hungry needed beans
But been 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 it a Tavern
Cigarette smoke to the and sawdust on the floor
Friendly

I saw there 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 here boy, and 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 looked at him, he said, "You ain't makin' any money, are you?"
I said, "You've been my mail"
He just smiled and said, "Let me see that
got something you oughta hear", then he laid it on me

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

There were other lonely singers in a world deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what tried to show
And their voices have been scattered by the 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
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 more than a of mind

You see, the haunts a hungry man
If you don't wanna him, you got to beat him
I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I his beer for nothing
I stole his song

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

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