Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

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

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

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

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

I saw there was just
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 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
Makin any are you

I said, You readin my mail
He smiled and said, Let me see that guitar
I got you oughta hear
he laid it on me

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

And if you die explainin
How the thing they about
Or the they could be changin'
Who do you gonna care?

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

Now their voices have been
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 song
when failure had me locked out
On the wrong side of the

No one behind me
But my shadow on the
And was more than a state of mind

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

And I aint sayin I beat the
But I drink his for nothin
And I stole his song

You can hear me singin
To the people who dont
To the that I am sayin
Prayin someones gonna

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 to die the same
But Ive got to feed hunger in my soul

If I have a nickel
I wont even die in
Cause I dont
no one wants to know