Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

It was winter in Nashville
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 keep the chilly off my guitar

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

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

Actually I guess youd call it a
smoke to the ceilin'
Sawdust on the friendly shadows

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

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

Said, Its a life, aint 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 guitar
I got somethin you oughta
Then he it on me

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

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

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

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

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

No one behind me
But my on the floor
And lonesome was more than a state of

You see the Devil haunts a 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 stole his

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

And I Ill die explainin'
How the things that they complain
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 this hunger in my

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