Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

It was winter 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 the chilly winds off my guitar

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

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

Actually I guess youd call it a
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
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 readin my
He smiled and said, Let me see that guitar
I got somethin you oughta
he laid it on me

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

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

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

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

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

No one stood 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 gotta figure out someway to him

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

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

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

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

If I have a nickel
I even die in shame
I dont believe
That no one to know