Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

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

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

So with a stomach full of
And a pocket full of
I left my pride and inside a bar

Actually I guess youd 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
me and my guitar

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 just at him
And he said, You
any money are you

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

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

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

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

Now their voices have been
By the swirlin' winds of
And the truth remains no one wants to know

Well, the old man was a
But Id have heard his song
Back when failure had me out
On the wrong of the door

No one stood me
But my shadow on the
And lonesome was more than a state of

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

And I sayin I beat the Devil
But I drink his beer for
And I stole his song

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

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

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

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