Luyện nghe bài hát To Beat The Devil

A couple of years back, I come across a
And wasted of mine 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 help but wonder why
And the lines of this song 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 show me how to beat the devil

It was winter in Nashville, down on music city row
And I was lookin' for a place to get myself out of the
To warm the frozen that was eatin' at my soul
Keep the wind off my guitar

My thirsty wanted whiskey, my 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 my pride and stepped inside a bar

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

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

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 readin' my mail"
He just smiled and said, "Let me see guitar
I've got something you hear", then he laid it on me

"If you waste your time to the people who don't listen
To the things that you are sayin', who do you gonna hear
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 lonely singers in a turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what they tried to
And their voices have been by the swirling winds of time
'Cause the truth remains no-one wants to know

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd his song before
Back when failure had me out on the wrong side of the door
When no-one stood behind me but my shadow on the
And lonesome was more than a 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 for nothing
I stole his song

And you still can hear me to the people who don't listen
To the things that I am sayin', prayin' someone's hear
And I guess die explainin' how the things that they complain about
Are they could 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 won't ever die
'Cause I don't that no-one wants to know