Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

It was time in Nashville
Down on Music Row
I was for a place to get
Myself out of the

To warm the frozen
That was eatin at my
And the chilly winds off my guitar

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

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

I guess youd call it a tavern
Cigarette to the ceilin'
Sawdust on the floor friendly

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

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

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

I said, You been readin my
He smiled and said, Let me see that guitar
I got you oughta hear
Then he it on me

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

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

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

Now their have been scattered
By the winds of time
And the truth remains that no one wants to

Well, the old man was a
But Id have heard his 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 state of

You see the Devil haunts a 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 I stole his song

You can still me singin
To the who dont listen
To the things I am sayin
someones gonna hear

And I Ill die explainin'
How the things they complain about
Are things they could be
Hopin someones gonna

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

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