Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I come a great
And friend of mine in the hallway of a recording studio
And while he was some poetry to me that he'd written
I saw that he was a step 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 longer wasted and he's got him a good woman And I'd like to dedicate this to and June
Who show me how to beat 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 that was eatin' at my soul
Keep the chilly wind off my

My thirsty wanted whiskey, my hungry needed
But it'd 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 pride and stepped a bar

Actually, I guess could 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 turned and said, "Come up here boy, and show us 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 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 guitar
got something you oughta hear", then he laid it on me

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

There were other lonely singers in a world deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what they tried to
And their voices have been scattered by the swirling of time
the truth remains that no-one wants to know

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd his song before
when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door
When no-one stood behind me but my shadow on the
And lonesome was more 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 sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his for nothing
Then I his song

And you still can hear me singin' to the people who listen
To the things that I am sayin', someone's gonna hear
And I guess die explainin' how the things that they complain about
Are things they could be changin', 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 have a nickle, I won't ever die ashamed
'Cause I don't believe that no-one to know