Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

It was winter in Nashville
on Music City Row
I was lookin for a to get
out of the cold

To warm the feelin
was eatin at my soul
And keep the winds off my guitar

My wanted whiskey
And my hunger beans
But I guess itd been a of payday
I heard that eagle scream

So with a stomach of empty
And a pocket full of
I left my pride and stepped a bar

Actually I guess youd it a tavern
Cigarette smoke to the
Sawdust on the friendly shadows

I saw that there was
An old man at the bar
In the mirror, I see him
Checkin me and my

He said, up here, boy
Show us you are
I Im dry, he bought me a beer
He at my guitar

Said, Its a tough life, it?
I just at him
And he said, You
any money are you

I said, You readin my mail
He smiled and said, Let me see that guitar
I got somethin you hear
he laid it on me

If you your time a talkin
To the who dont listen
To the things you are sayin
Who do you thinks hear?

And if you should die
How the they complain about
Or the things could be changin'
Who do you gonna care?

There were of other singers
In the world deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what they to show

Now their voices have scattered
By the swirlin' winds of
And the truth remains that no one wants to

Well, the old man was a
But Id have his song before
when failure had me locked out
On the wrong side of the

No one behind me
But my on the floor
And lonesome was more than a of mind

You see the haunts a hungry man
And if you dont wanna him
Well, hes gotta figure out to beat him

And I aint sayin I the Devil
But I drink his beer for
And then I his song

You can hear me singin
To the people who dont
To the that I am sayin
Prayin someones hear

And I guess Ill die
How the that they complain about
Are they could be changin
Hopin gonna care

I was born to be a
And Im bound to die the
But Ive got to this hunger in my soul

If I never have a
I wont die in shame
Cause I believe
That no one to know