Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

To warm the frozen
was eatin at my soul
And the chilly winds 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 stomach of empty
And a pocket of dreams
I left my pride and inside a bar

I guess youd call it a tavern
Cigarette to the ceilin'
on the floor 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 said Im dry, he bought me a
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 waste time a talkin
To the who dont listen
To the things you are sayin
Who do you thinks gonna

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

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

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

Well, the old man was a
But Id have heard his song
Back when 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 Devil a hungry man
And if you dont wanna him
Well, hes gotta figure out to beat him

And I sayin I beat the Devil
But I his beer for nothin
And then I his song

You can still me singin
To the people who listen
To the things that I am
Prayin someones hear

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

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

If I never have a
I wont even die in
I dont believe
That no one to know