Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of back, I come across a great
And wasted friend of mine in the of a recording studio
And while he was reciting some poetry to me he'd written
I saw he was about a step away from dyin'
And I help but wonder why
And the lines of this song to me
I'm to say he's no longer wasted and he's got him a good woman And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June
Who show me how to beat 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 the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my soul
Keep the wind off my guitar

My thirsty wanted whiskey, my hungry needed
But it'd been of month of paydays since I'd that eagle scream
So with a stomach full of empty and a full of dreams
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
Friendly

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

He nodded at my guitar and said, "It's a tough life, it?"
I just looked at him, he said, "You ain't any money, are you?"
I said, "You've been my mail"
He just smiled and said, "Let me see 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 that 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 for what they tried to show
And their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of
'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 stood behind me but my shadow on the floor
And lonesome was more a state 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
I stole 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 guess I'll die explainin' how the things that they complain
Are things they could be changin', someone's gonna care

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