Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

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

My wanted whiskey
And my hunger needed
But I itd been a month of payday
Since I heard that eagle

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you waste your time a
To the people who listen
To the things that you are
Who do you thinks gonna

And if you die explainin
How the they complain about
Or the things they be changin'
Who do you thinks gonna

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

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

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

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

You see the haunts a hungry man
And if you wanna join him
Well, hes figure out someway 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 who dont listen
To the things I am sayin
Prayin someones gonna

And I Ill die explainin'
How the things that they about
Are things they be changin
Hopin someones care

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

If I have a nickel
I wont even die in
Cause I dont
That no one to know