Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of back, I come across a great
And wasted friend of mine in the of a recording studio
And while he was reciting some poetry to me that he'd
I saw that he was a step away from dyin'
And I couldn't but wonder why
And the of this song occurred to me
I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted and he's got him a woman And I'd like to dedicate this to John and June
Who helped show me how to beat the

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

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

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

I saw that there was 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 me a beer

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

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

There were other singers in a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what tried to show
And their have been scattered by the swirling 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
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 of mind

You see, the haunts a hungry man
If you don't wanna him, you got to beat him
I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I his beer for nothing
Then I his song

And you still can hear me to the people who don't listen
To the things that I am sayin', someone's gonna hear
And I guess I'll die explainin' how the that they complain about
Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's care

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