Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

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

My wanted whiskey
And my needed beans
But I guess itd been a month of
Since I that eagle scream

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

Actually I guess call it a tavern
Cigarette 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
Checkin me and my

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

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

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

If you waste your a talkin
To the people who dont
To the that you are sayin
Who do you thinks gonna

And if you should die
How the thing complain about
Or the things could be changin'
Who do you gonna care?

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

Now their voices been scattered
By the winds of time
And the truth that no one wants to know

Well, the old man was a
But Id have his song before
Back when failure had me 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 a hungry man
And if you wanna join him
Well, hes gotta figure out to beat him

And I aint sayin I the Devil
But I drink his for nothin
And then I stole his

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

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

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

If I never have a
I even die in shame
Cause I believe
That no one wants to