Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I come a great
And wasted friend of mine in the of a recording studio
And he was reciting some poetry 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 no longer wasted 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, 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
Keep the chilly 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 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 call it a
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and on the floor
shadows

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

He nodded at my guitar and said, "It's a life, ain't it?"
I looked 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
got something you oughta hear", then he laid it on me

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

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

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd his song 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 devil a hungry man
If you don't wanna him, you got to beat him
I sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing
Then I stole his

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

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