Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

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

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

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

Actually I guess call it a tavern
Cigarette to the ceilin'
on the floor friendly shadows

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
Show us you are
I said Im dry, he me a beer
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 you oughta hear
Then he it on me

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

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

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

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

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

No one behind me
But my on the floor
And lonesome was more than a of mind

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

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

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

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

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 even die in
I dont believe
That no one to know