Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

To warm the frozen
was eatin at my soul
And keep the winds off my guitar

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

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

Actually I guess youd it a tavern
Cigarette smoke to the
Sawdust on the friendly shadows

I saw that was just
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 said Im dry, he 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 readin my mail
He just smiled and said, Let me see that
I got somethin you oughta
he laid it on me

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

And if you die explainin
How the thing they about
Or the things could be changin'
Who do you thinks care?

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

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

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

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

You see the Devil haunts a man
And if you dont wanna him
Well, hes gotta figure out someway to him

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

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

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

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

If I never have a
I even die in shame
Cause I dont
That no one to know