Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A of years back, I come across a great
And friend 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 away from
And I help but wonder why
And the lines of song occurred to me
I'm happy to say he's no longer and he's got him a good woman And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June
Who helped show me how to beat the

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

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

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

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

He at my guitar 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 oughta hear", then he it on me

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

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

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

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

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

I was a lonely singer, and I'm bound to die the same
But I've got to feed the hunger in my
And if I have a nickle, I won't ever die ashamed
'Cause I don't believe that no-one wants to