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 he was reciting some poetry to me that 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 happy to say he's no longer wasted and he's got him a good woman And I'd like to 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 the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my soul
Keep the chilly wind off my

My thirsty wanted whiskey, my hungry 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 call it a
Cigarette smoke to the and sawdust on the floor
shadows

I saw that there was 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 here boy, and 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 readin' my mail"
He just smiled and said, "Let me see guitar
I've got something you oughta hear", he laid it on me

"If you waste your time a-talkin' to the people who listen
To the things you are sayin', who do you think's gonna hear
And if you should die how the things that they complain about
Are things could be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

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

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song
Back when failure had me out on the wrong side of the door
When stood behind me but my shadow 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 ain't sayin' I the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing
I stole his song

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

I was born a singer, and I'm bound to die the same
But I've got to feed the in my soul
And if I have a nickle, I won't ever die ashamed
'Cause I don't believe that wants to know