Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of back, I come across a great
And wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a recording
And while he was reciting some poetry to me he'd written
I saw that he was a step away from dyin'
And I help but wonder why
And the of this song occurred to me
I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted and got him a good woman And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June
Who helped show me how to the devil

It was winter in Nashville, down on music city row
And I was lookin' for a place to get out of the cold
To warm the feelin' that was eatin' at my soul
Keep the chilly off my guitar

My thirsty wanted whiskey, my hungry needed
But it'd of month of paydays since I'd heard that eagle scream
So a stomach full of empty and a pocket full of dreams
I left my pride and stepped a bar

Actually, I guess you'd could it a Tavern
smoke to the ceiling and sawdust on the floor
Friendly

I saw that there was just one old man at the bar
And in the mirror, I could see him me and my guitar
An' he turned and said, "Come up here boy, and us what you are"
I said, "I'm dry", he bought me a

He at my guitar and said, "It's a tough life, ain't it?"
I just at him, he said, "You ain't makin' any money, are you?"
I said, "You've readin' my mail"
He just smiled and said, "Let me see guitar
I've got you oughta hear", then he laid it on me

"If you waste your a-talkin' to the people who don't listen
To the things that you are sayin', who do you think's hear
And if you should die explainin' how the that they complain about
Are things they could be changin', who do you gonna care?"

There were other singers in a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for they tried to show
And their have been scattered by the swirling winds of time
'Cause the remains that no-one wants to know

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd his song before
when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door
When no-one stood behind me but my shadow on the
And was more than a state of mind

You see, the devil a hungry man
If you wanna join him, you got to beat him
I sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing
Then I stole his

And you still can me singin' to the people who don't listen
To the things that I am sayin', prayin' someone's gonna
And I guess I'll die explainin' how the that they complain about
Are they could be changin', hopin' someone's gonna care

I was a lonely singer, and I'm bound to die the same
But got to feed the hunger in my soul
And if I never have a nickle, I won't die ashamed
I don't believe that no-one wants to know