Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I across a great
And wasted friend of mine in the of a recording studio
And while he was reciting some poetry to me that he'd
I saw that he was about a step away dyin'
And I couldn't but wonder why
And the of this 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 the devil

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

My thirsty wanted whiskey, my hungry needed
But it'd been of of paydays 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 it a Tavern
Cigarette to the ceiling and sawdust on the floor
shadows

I saw there was just one old man sittin' at the bar
And in the mirror, I could see him checkin' me and my
An' he turned and said, "Come up here boy, and show us 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 at him, he said, "You ain't makin' any money, are you?"
I said, "You've readin' my mail"
He smiled and said, "Let me see that guitar
got something 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 you are sayin', who do you think's gonna hear
And if you die explainin' how the things that they complain about
Are they could be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

There were lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what they tried to
And their voices have been by the swirling winds of time
the truth remains that no-one wants to know

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

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

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

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