Luyện nghe bài hát Devil, Devil

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

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

You see, it all comes to money.
Not art of days gone past, if you forget that rule,
You can bet your backside she bury it in your ass.
A tramp, a slut, a bitch, a mutt, a pawn shop 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 bookie and the are her pimp.
I'll tell you a well-known of a place known far and wide,
The devil walks among us folks and is his bride.

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