Luyện nghe bài hát Devil, Devil

town, she is a temptress.
A siren with gold eyes, cut you with her kindness,
She will lead you her lies.
She's called a glistening meadow.
good at keeping score.
If you make it she's savior, if you don't she's a whore.
The to and from her heart are littered with creative souls.
They gave all of their all and all they got in return is holes.
Sure we've all heard Shell, and Chris, Willy, and the Bobby Bares.
She'd smiled on the Johnny's, the and the many music-row billionaires.
a beacon she goes seeking seed, her loins so fertile.
To a free man she's a prison, to a caged one a fire.

She's the reason there's a Sunday morning down.
I saw the light, A Boy Sue, He stopped loving her today.
The pill and avenue.
The Ryman, oh a diamond the brown eyed mickey
She was Roy Acuffs and Elvis Presley's broken dream
It's not all bad it's not all dark it's not all and crass,
But to mine gold in this mine it does take balls of brass.
For seem 'em come and seen 'em go,
And came herself a time or two. no
How her scream sounds she always wants someone new.
The next him or her or them or all... stamina to last the night. To be a star in this lady's town...
You can or you can fight.

You see, it all down to money.
Not romantic art of days gone past, if you forget rule,
You can bet backside she will bury it in your ass.
A tramp, a slut, a bitch, a mutt, a thousand pawn guitars.
A nasty needle to a vein that feeds a singers heart.
She lurks in friendly shadows; but she's a junky a limp.
The are her bookie and the labels are her pimp.
tell you a well-known secret of a place known far and wide,
The devil among us folks and Nashville is his bride.

All the he has caused, and done.
His trick is to every guitar-totin' dreamer,
The don't exist... but me, I shook his hand.
And I know he is real.
So devil, you can go screw yourself, and go straight the hell.