Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I across a great
And wasted friend of in the hallway of a recording studio
And while he was reciting some poetry to me he'd written
I saw that he was about a step from dyin'
And I couldn't help but why
And the lines of 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 in Nashville, down on music city row
And I was lookin' for a to get myself out of the cold
To warm the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my
Keep the chilly off my guitar

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

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

I saw that there was just one old man 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 us what you are"
I said, "I'm dry", he me a beer

He nodded at my guitar and said, "It's a life, ain't it?"
I just looked at him, he said, "You makin' any money, are you?"
I said, "You've been my mail"
He just and said, "Let me see that guitar
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 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 they be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

There were other 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
'Cause the remains that no-one wants to know

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song
Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong of the door
When stood behind me but my shadow on the floor
And lonesome was more a state of mind

You see, the haunts a hungry man
If you wanna 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 me singin' to the people who don't listen
To the things that I am sayin', prayin' someone's hear
And I I'll die explainin' how the things that they complain about
Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's care

I was born a lonely singer, and I'm bound to die the
But I've got to feed the in my soul
And if I never a nickle, I won't ever die ashamed
'Cause I don't believe that wants to know