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 been a glistening meadow.
She's good at score.
If you it she's your savior, if you don't she's a whore.
The roads to and from her are littered with creative souls.
They all of their all and all they got in return is empty holes.
we've all heard about Shell, and Chris, Willy, and the Bobby Bares.
She'd on the Johnny's, the Merles and the many music-row billionaires.
Like a beacon she 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 morning coming down.
I saw the light, A Boy Sue, He stopped loving her today.
The pill and avenue.
The Ryman, oh she's a diamond the brown eyed
She was Roy Acuffs castle and Elvis Presley's dream
It's not all bad it's not all dark it's not all and crass,
But to mine in this silver mine it does take balls of brass.
For she's seem 'em come and 'em go,
And came herself a time or two. no
How satisfied her scream sounds she always wants new.
The next him or her or them or all... With stamina to last the night. To be a star in this town...
You can or you can fight.

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

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