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.
She's been called a meadow.
She's at keeping score.
If you make it she's your savior, if you don't a whore.
The roads to and her heart are littered with creative souls.
gave all of their all and all they got in return is empty holes.
Sure we've all heard about Shell, and Chris, Willy, and the Bares.
She'd on the Johnny's, the Merles and the many music-row billionaires.
a beacon she goes seeking seed, her loins so fertile.
To a man she's 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 the brown eyed mickey
She was Roy Acuffs castle and Elvis Presley's broken
It's not all bad it's not all dark not all gloom and crass,
But to mine gold in this silver it does take balls of brass.
For seem 'em come and seen 'em go,
And herself a time or two. no matter
How satisfied her scream she always 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 past, if you forget that rule,
You can bet your she will bury it in your ass.
A tramp, a slut, a bitch, a mutt, a pawn shop guitars.
A nasty little needle to a vein 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.
tell you a well-known secret of a place known far and wide,
The devil walks us folks and Nashville is his bride.

All the he has caused, and done.
His greatest is to every guitar-totin' dreamer,
The devil exist... but me, I shook his hand.
And I know he is real.
So devil, you can go yourself, and then go straight the hell.