Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

To warm the frozen
was eatin at my soul
And keep the winds off my guitar

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

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

Actually I guess youd call it a
smoke to the ceilin'
Sawdust on the floor shadows

I saw that was just
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 life, aint it?
I looked at him
And he said, You
any money are you

I said, You been my mail
He just smiled and said, Let me see that
I got somethin you hear
Then he it on me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I aint sayin I 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 things that I am
Prayin someones gonna

And I Ill die explainin'
How the things they complain about
Are things they could be
Hopin someones care

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

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