Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

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

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

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

Actually I guess youd call it a
Cigarette smoke to the
on the floor friendly 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 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 been my mail
He just smiled and said, Let me see guitar
I got you oughta hear
he laid it on me

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

And if you die explainin
How the they complain about
Or the things they could be
Who do you gonna care?

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

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

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

No one stood me
But my on the floor
And lonesome was more a state of mind

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

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

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

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

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

If I never a nickel
I wont die in shame
I dont believe
That no one to know