Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I come across a
And wasted of mine in the hallway of a recording studio
And while he was some poetry to me that he'd written
I saw that he was about a step from dyin'
And I couldn't but wonder why
And the lines of song occurred to me
I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted and he's got him a good woman And I'd like to this to John and June
Who helped show me how to the devil

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

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

Actually, I you'd could call it a Tavern
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and on the floor
shadows

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

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

"If you waste your time a-talkin' to the who don't listen
To the things you are sayin', who do you think's gonna 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 lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what they to show
And their voices have been 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 heard his before
Back when failure had me locked out on the side of the door
When no-one stood behind me but my shadow on the
And lonesome was more than a state of

You see, the devil haunts a man
If you don't wanna him, you got to beat him
I ain't sayin' I the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing
Then I stole his

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

I was born a singer, and I'm bound to die the same
But I've got to feed the in my soul
And if I never a nickle, I won't ever die ashamed
'Cause I don't believe that wants to know