Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A of years back, I come across a great
And wasted friend of in the hallway of a recording studio
And while he was reciting some to me that he'd written
I saw he was about a step 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 And I'd like to dedicate this to John 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 warm the frozen feelin' was eatin' at my soul
Keep the wind off my guitar

My wanted whiskey, my hungry needed beans
But it'd been of month of paydays since I'd heard eagle scream
So with a stomach 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
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and on the floor
shadows

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

He at my guitar and said, "It's a tough life, ain't it?"
I just at him, he said, "You ain't makin' any money, are you?"
I said, "You've been my mail"
He smiled 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 think's hear
And if you should die explainin' how the things that they complain
Are things they be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

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

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song
Back failure 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 a hungry man
If you don't join him, you got to beat him
I ain't I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing
Then I stole his

And you still can hear me singin' to the people who listen
To the things that I am sayin', someone's gonna hear
And I I'll die explainin' how the things that they complain 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 the hunger in my soul
And if I have a nickle, I won't ever die ashamed
'Cause I believe that no-one wants to know