Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

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

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

So with a stomach full of
And a pocket of dreams
I left my pride and stepped a bar

Actually I youd call it a tavern
smoke to the ceilin'
Sawdust on the floor friendly

I saw that there was
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 bought me a
He nodded at my

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

I said, You been my mail
He just smiled and said, Let me see guitar
I got somethin you hear
he laid it on me

If you waste time a talkin
To the people who dont
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 be changin'
Who do you thinks gonna

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

Now their voices been scattered
By the winds of time
And the remains that no one wants 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 on the floor
And lonesome was than a state of mind

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

And I aint sayin I beat the
But I drink his beer for
And then I stole his

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

And I Ill die explainin'
How the things that complain about
Are things they could be
Hopin gonna care

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

If I never have a
I wont die in shame
Cause I dont
no one wants to know