Luyện nghe bài hát Devil, Devil

town, she is a temptress.
A siren with gold eyes, she'll cut you her kindness,
She will you with her lies.
She's been a glistening meadow.
good at keeping score.
If you it she's your savior, if you don't she's a whore.
The roads to and from her heart are littered creative souls.
They gave all of all and all they got in return is empty holes.
Sure all heard about Shell, and Chris, Willy, and the Bobby Bares.
She'd smiled on the Johnny's, the Merles and the many billionaires.
Like a she goes seeking seed, her loins so fertile.
To a free man a prison, to a caged one she's a fire.

She's the reason there's a Sunday morning down.
I saw the light, A Boy Sue, He stopped loving her today.
The and 16th avenue.
The Ryman, oh she's a the brown eyed mickey
She was Roy castle and Elvis Presley's broken dream
It's not all bad it's not all dark it's not all and crass,
But to mine gold in this silver mine it does take of brass.
For she's 'em come and seen 'em go,
And came herself a time or two. no
How satisfied her scream sounds she always wants new.
The next him or her or them or all... With stamina to last the night. To be a in this lady's town...
You can or you can fight.

You see, it all comes to money.
Not romantic art of days past, if you forget that rule,
You can bet your backside she bury it in your ass.
A tramp, a slut, a bitch, a mutt, a thousand shop guitars.
A nasty little needle to a vein that a singers heart.
She lurks in friendly shadows; but she's a with a limp.
The are her bookie and the labels are her pimp.
I'll tell you a well-known secret of a place far and wide,
The devil walks among us folks and is his bride.

All the he has caused, and done.
His trick is to every guitar-totin' dreamer,
The don't exist... but me, I shook his hand.
And I that he is real.
So devil, you can go screw yourself, and go straight the hell.