Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of back, I come across a great
And wasted friend of mine in the of a recording studio
And while he was reciting poetry to me that he'd written
I saw that he was about a step away from
And I couldn't 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 woman And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June
Who helped show me how to the devil

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

My thirsty wanted whiskey, my hungry beans
But it'd been of month of paydays since I'd heard that scream
So with a stomach full of empty and a 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 sawdust on the
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 boy, and show us what you are"
I said, "I'm dry", he me a beer

He nodded at my guitar and said, "It's a life, ain't it?"
I looked 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
got something you oughta hear", then he laid it on me

"If you waste your time a-talkin' to the people who listen
To the things you are sayin', who do you think's gonna hear
And if you should die explainin' how the things that they about
Are things they be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

There were other singers in a world turned 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 song
Back failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door
When stood behind me but my shadow on the floor
And lonesome was more 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 his beer for nothing
I stole his song

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

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