Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I come a great
And wasted of mine in the hallway of a recording studio
And while he was reciting poetry to me that he'd written
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 to say he's no longer 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 beat the

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

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

Actually, I guess you'd could call it a
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 turned and said, "Come up here boy, and show us 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 looked 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 things that you are sayin', who do you think's gonna
And if you die explainin' how the things that they complain about
Are things they be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

There other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what they tried to
And voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time
'Cause the truth remains that wants 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 stood behind me but my shadow on the floor
And lonesome was more than a of mind

You see, the devil haunts a 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 stole his

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 I'll die how the things that they complain about
Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's gonna

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 won't ever die
'Cause I don't believe that no-one to know