Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

To the frozen feelin
That was eatin at my
And keep the chilly winds off my

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

So with a stomach of empty
And a full of dreams
I my pride and stepped inside a bar

Actually I guess youd it a tavern
Cigarette to the ceilin'
Sawdust on the floor 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 me a beer
He at my guitar

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

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

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

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

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

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 failure had me locked out
On the wrong side of the

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

You see the Devil haunts a man
And if you wanna join 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 still me singin
To the people who listen
To the things I am sayin
Prayin gonna hear

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

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

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