Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

To the frozen feelin
That was at my soul
And keep the chilly off my guitar

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

So with a full of empty
And a pocket of dreams
I left my 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
us what you are
I Im dry, he bought me a beer
He nodded at my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I aint I beat the Devil
But I his beer for nothin
And I stole his song

You can still me singin
To the people who listen
To the that I am sayin
Prayin gonna hear

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

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

If I never have a
I even die in shame
Cause I believe
no one wants to know