Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I across a great
And friend of mine 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 step away from
And I couldn't but wonder why
And the lines of song occurred to me
I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted and he's got him a good woman And I'd to dedicate this to John and June
Who helped me how to beat the devil

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

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

Actually, I guess could call it a Tavern
smoke to the ceiling 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 checkin' me and my
An' he and said, "Come up here boy, and show us what you are"
I said, "I'm dry", he bought me a

He nodded at my guitar and said, "It's a life, ain't it?"
I just looked at him, he said, "You ain't any money, are you?"
I said, "You've been my mail"
He just smiled and said, "Let me see that
got something you oughta hear", then he laid it on me

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

There were lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what they tried to
And their voices have been by the swirling winds of time
'Cause the truth remains that no-one 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 no-one behind me but my shadow on the floor
And lonesome was more than a state of

You see, the haunts a hungry man
If you wanna join him, you got to beat 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 listen
To the things that I am sayin', prayin' someone's gonna
And I guess I'll die explainin' how the that they complain about
Are things could be changin', hopin' someone's gonna care

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