Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

To warm the feelin
That was at my soul
And the chilly winds off my guitar

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

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

Actually I youd call it a tavern
Cigarette smoke to the
Sawdust on the floor friendly

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 looked at him
And he said, You
any money are you

I said, You been my mail
He just and said, Let me see that guitar
I got you oughta hear
he laid it on me

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

And if you should die
How the thing complain about
Or the things they could be
Who do you thinks gonna

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

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

Well, the old man was a
But Id have heard his song
Back failure had me locked out
On the side of the door

No one stood me
But my shadow on the
And lonesome was than a state of mind

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

And I aint I beat the Devil
But I drink his for nothin
And then I stole his

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

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

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

If I never a nickel
I wont even die in
Cause I believe
That no one wants to