Luyện nghe bài hát Devil, Devil

town, she is a temptress.
A siren with gold eyes, she'll cut you her kindness,
She lead you with her lies.
been called a glistening meadow.
She's at keeping score.
If you it she's your savior, if you don't she's a whore.
The roads to and from her heart are littered with souls.
They gave all of all and all they got in return is empty holes.
we've all heard about Shell, and Chris, Willy, and the Bobby Bares.
She'd on the Johnny's, the Merles and the many music-row billionaires.
Like a beacon she seeking seed, her loins so fertile.
To a free man a prison, to a caged one she's a fire.

the reason there's a Sunday morning coming down.
I saw the light, A Boy Named Sue, He stopped her today.
The and 16th avenue.
The Ryman, oh she's a diamond the brown mickey
She was Roy Acuffs castle and Presley's broken dream
It's not all bad it's not all dark not all gloom and crass,
But to mine gold in this silver mine it does balls of brass.
For she's 'em come and seen 'em go,
And came herself a or two. no matter
How satisfied her scream sounds she wants someone new.
The him or her or them or all... With stamina to last the night. To be a star in this lady's town...
You can or you can fight.

You see, it all down to money.
Not romantic art of days gone past, if you that rule,
You can bet your backside she will it in your ass.
A tramp, a slut, a bitch, a mutt, a thousand shop guitars.
A nasty little needle to a that feeds a singers heart.
She lurks in friendly shadows; but she's a with a limp.
The agents are her and the labels are her pimp.
I'll tell you a well-known secret of a place far and wide,
The devil among us folks and Nashville is his bride.

All the he has caused, and done.
His trick is to every guitar-totin' dreamer,
The devil don't exist... but me, I his hand.
And I that he is real.
So devil, you can go screw yourself, and then go the hell.