Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A of years back, I come across a great
And wasted friend of mine in the hallway of a studio
And while he was reciting some poetry to me he'd written
I saw that he was about a away from dyin'
And I help 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 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 place to get myself out of the
To warm the frozen that was eatin' at my soul
the chilly wind off my guitar

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

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

I saw that there was just one old man at the bar
And in the mirror, I see him checkin' me and my guitar
An' he turned and said, "Come up 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 tough life, it?"
I just looked at him, he said, "You makin' any money, are you?"
I said, "You've been my mail"
He just smiled and said, "Let me see that
I've got you oughta hear", then he laid it on me

"If you waste time a-talkin' to the people who don't listen
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 could be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

There were other lonely singers in a world turned and blind
Who were crucified for what they tried to
And their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of
'Cause the truth remains that wants to know

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd his song before
Back when had me locked out on the wrong side of the door
When no-one stood behind me but my on the floor
And lonesome was more than a of mind

You see, the devil haunts a man
If you don't wanna join him, you got to 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', someone's gonna hear
And I I'll die explainin' how the things that they complain about
Are things they be changin', hopin' someone's gonna care

I was born a 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 wants to