Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I come a great
And friend of mine 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 but wonder why
And the lines of this occurred to me
I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted and he's got him a good And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June
Who show me how to beat the devil

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

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

Actually, I guess you'd could it a Tavern
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and sawdust on the
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 turned and said, "Come up boy, and show us what you are"
I said, "I'm dry", he me a beer

He nodded at my guitar and said, "It's a tough life, it?"
I just at him, he said, "You ain't makin' any money, are you?"
I said, "You've been my mail"
He smiled and said, "Let me see that guitar
I've got you oughta hear", then he laid it on me

"If you your time a-talkin' to the people who don't listen
To the things that you are sayin', who do you gonna hear
And if you should die explainin' how the things that complain about
Are things they could be changin', who do you think's 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 of time
'Cause the truth remains that no-one 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 on the floor
And lonesome was than a state of mind

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

And you still can 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 that they complain
Are things they could be changin', hopin' gonna care

I was a lonely singer, and I'm bound to die the same
But got to feed the hunger 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