Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A of years back, I come across a great
And wasted friend of in the hallway of a recording studio
And while he was reciting some poetry to me he'd written
I saw that he was about a away from dyin'
And I help but wonder why
And the lines of song occurred to me
I'm happy to say he's no wasted and he's got him a good woman And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June
Who helped show me how to the devil

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

My wanted whiskey, my hungry needed beans
But been of month of paydays since I'd heard that eagle scream
So with a stomach of empty and a pocket full of dreams
I left my and stepped inside a bar

Actually, I guess you'd call it a Tavern
Cigarette smoke to the and sawdust on the floor
Friendly

I saw that was just one old man sittin' at the bar
And in the mirror, I could see him me and my guitar
An' he turned and said, "Come up boy, and show us what you are"
I said, "I'm dry", he bought me a

He at my guitar and said, "It's a tough life, ain't 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 that
I've got something you hear", then he laid it on me

"If you waste time a-talkin' to the people who don't listen
To the that you are sayin', who do you think's gonna hear
And if you should die how the things that they complain about
Are they could be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

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

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his before
when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door
When no-one stood me but my shadow on the floor
And lonesome was more than a state of

You see, the haunts a hungry man
If you don't wanna him, you got to beat him
I sayin' I beat 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 that they complain about
Are they could be changin', hopin' someone's gonna care

I was born a lonely singer, and I'm to die the same
But I've got to the hunger in my soul
And if I never have a nickle, I ever die ashamed
'Cause I don't believe no-one wants to know