Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I across a great
And wasted of mine in the hallway of a recording studio
And while he was reciting some poetry to me that he'd
I saw that he was a step away from dyin'
And I help 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 music row
And I was lookin' for a to get myself out of the cold
To warm the frozen feelin' that was at my soul
Keep the wind off my guitar

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

Actually, I guess you'd could call it a
Cigarette to the ceiling and sawdust on the floor
Friendly

I saw that 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 me a beer

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 readin' 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 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 how the things that they complain about
Are they 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 they tried to show
And their voices have been by the swirling winds of time
'Cause the truth remains that 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 on the floor
And lonesome was more a state of mind

You see, the devil haunts a 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 stole his

And you still can hear me singin' to the people who listen
To the things that I am sayin', prayin' gonna hear
And I guess I'll die explainin' how the things that complain about
Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's care

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