Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

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

It was winter time in Nashville, down on music 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 thirsty wanted whiskey, my hungry beans
But it'd been of month of paydays since I'd heard that scream
So a stomach full of empty and a pocket full of dreams
I left my pride and inside a bar

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

I saw that there was 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 me a beer

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 been my mail"
He just and said, "Let me see that guitar
I've got something you oughta hear", then he 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 gonna
And if you should die explainin' how the things that they about
Are things could be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

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

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 stood me but my shadow on the floor
And lonesome was than a state of mind

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

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

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