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 he was reciting some poetry to me that he'd written
I saw that he was about a step from dyin'
And I couldn't but wonder why
And the lines of song occurred to me
I'm to say he's no longer wasted and he's got him a good woman And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June
Who show me how to beat the devil

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

My thirsty wanted whiskey, my needed beans
But it'd been of month of paydays since I'd heard that 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 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 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 looked at him, he said, "You makin' any money, are you?"
I said, "You've readin' my mail"
He just and said, "Let me see that guitar
I've got something you oughta hear", then he it on me

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

There were other lonely singers in a turned deaf and blind
Who crucified for what they tried to show
And their voices have scattered 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
Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong of the door
no-one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor
And lonesome was more 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 sayin' I beat the devil, but I 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' someone's hear
And I guess die explainin' how the things that they complain about
Are things they could be changin', 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 never have a nickle, I ever die ashamed
'Cause I believe that no-one wants to know