Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of back, I come across a great
And wasted of mine in the hallway of a recording studio
And while he was reciting some poetry to me that written
I saw that he was about a step away dyin'
And I help but wonder why
And the lines of this occurred 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 show me how to beat 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
Keep the chilly off my guitar

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

Actually, I guess could call it a Tavern
smoke to the ceiling and sawdust on the floor
Friendly

I saw that there was one old man sittin' at the bar
And in the mirror, I could see him me and my guitar
An' he turned and said, "Come up 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 life, ain't it?"
I just at him, he said, "You ain't makin' any money, are you?"
I said, "You've readin' my mail"
He just smiled and said, "Let me see guitar
I've got something you hear", then he laid it on me

"If you waste your time a-talkin' to the 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 things they complain about
Are they could be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

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

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his before
Back when failure had me out on the wrong side of the door
When no-one stood behind me but my shadow on the
And was more than a state 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 drank his beer for
Then I his song

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

I was born a lonely singer, and I'm bound to die the
But got to feed the hunger in my soul
And if I have a nickle, I won't ever die ashamed
I don't believe that no-one wants to know