Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I come a great
And wasted friend of in the hallway of a recording studio
And while he was reciting poetry to me that he'd written
I saw that he was about a step away dyin'
And I couldn't 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 the devil

It was winter time in Nashville, down on city row
And I was for a place to get myself out of the cold
To warm the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my
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 and a pocket full of dreams
I left my pride and stepped a bar

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

I saw that there was one old man sittin' at the bar
And in the mirror, I see him checkin' me and my guitar
An' he turned and said, "Come up boy, and show 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 and said, "Let me see that guitar
I've got you oughta hear", then he laid it on me

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

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

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

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

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

I was born a singer, and I'm bound 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 believe that no-one wants to know