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 that written
I saw that he was about a step from dyin'
And I couldn't but wonder why
And the lines of this song to me
I'm happy to say he's no longer 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' was eatin' at my soul
Keep the chilly off my guitar

My thirsty wanted whiskey, my hungry needed
But it'd been of month of paydays since I'd heard that 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
Cigarette smoke to the and sawdust on the floor
Friendly

I saw that there was just one old man at the bar
And in the mirror, I could see him me and my guitar
An' he turned and said, "Come up here boy, and show us 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 just 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 something you 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 could be changin', who do you think's care?"

were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what they tried to
And their have been scattered by the swirling winds of time
'Cause the 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 on the floor
And was more than a state of mind

You see, the devil a hungry man
If you don't join him, you got to beat him
I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for
Then I his song

And you still can hear me singin' to the people who don't
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 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
I don't believe that no-one wants to know