Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I across a great
And wasted friend of in the hallway of a recording studio
And while he was reciting some to me that he'd written
I saw he was about a step away from dyin'
And I couldn't help but why
And the of this 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 dedicate 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 feelin' that was eatin' at my soul
Keep the chilly wind off my

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

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

I saw that there was 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 us what you are"
I said, "I'm dry", he bought me a

He at my guitar 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 been my mail"
He just smiled and said, "Let me see that
I've got you oughta hear", then he laid it on me

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

were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what tried to show
And their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of
'Cause the truth remains that wants to know

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

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

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

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