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 reciting some to me that he'd written
I saw he was about a step away from dyin'
And I couldn't help but why
And the of this song occurred to me
I'm happy to say he's no 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, on music city row
And I was lookin' for a place to get out of the cold
To warm the frozen feelin' that was at my soul
the chilly wind off my guitar

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

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

I saw that was just one old man sittin' 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 at my guitar and said, "It's a tough life, ain't it?"
I looked at him, he said, "You ain't 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 your 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 how the things that they complain about
Are things they 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 tried to show
And their voices have been scattered by the winds of time
the truth remains that no-one wants to know

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd his song before
Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the
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 sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank 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', prayin' someone's hear
And I guess I'll die how the things that they complain about
Are they could be changin', hopin' 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 never have a nickle, I won't die ashamed
'Cause I don't believe no-one wants to know