Luyện nghe bài hát Devil, Devil

town, she is a temptress.
A siren gold eyes, she'll cut you with her kindness,
She will you with her lies.
She's been a glistening meadow.
She's good at score.
If you make it she's your savior, if you she's a whore.
The roads to and from her heart are littered creative souls.
They gave all of their all and all they got in is empty holes.
Sure we've all heard Shell, and Chris, Willy, and the Bobby Bares.
She'd smiled on the Johnny's, the Merles and the many billionaires.
Like a beacon she seeking seed, her loins so fertile.
To a free man she's a prison, to a one she's a fire.

She's the reason a Sunday morning coming down.
I saw the light, A Boy Named Sue, He stopped her today.
The pill and avenue.
The Ryman, oh she's a diamond the brown eyed
She was Roy Acuffs and Elvis Presley's broken dream
It's not all bad it's not all it's not all gloom and crass,
But to mine gold in this silver mine it take balls of brass.
For she's seem 'em and seen 'em go,
And came a time or two. no matter
How satisfied her scream sounds she wants someone 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 gone past, if you forget rule,
You can bet your backside she bury it in your ass.
A tramp, a slut, a bitch, a mutt, a pawn shop guitars.
A nasty little needle to a vein feeds a singers heart.
She lurks in shadows; but she's a junky with a limp.
The agents are her and the labels are her pimp.
tell you a well-known secret of a place known far and wide,
The walks among us folks and Nashville is his bride.

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