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 he was reciting some poetry to me that he'd written
I saw that he was about a step away from
And I help but wonder why
And the lines of this occurred to me
I'm happy to say he's no longer wasted and he's got him a good woman And I'd 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 to get myself out of the cold
To warm the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my
the chilly wind off my guitar

My thirsty wanted whiskey, my needed beans
But it'd of month of paydays since I'd heard that eagle scream
So with a stomach full of empty and a pocket full of
I left my pride and stepped a bar

Actually, I guess could call it a Tavern
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling and sawdust on the
Friendly

I saw that 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 looked 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 oughta hear", then he it on me

"If you waste your time a-talkin' to the people who listen
To the things you are sayin', who do you think's gonna hear
And if you should die explainin' how the that they complain about
Are things they could be changin', who do you gonna care?"

There were other lonely in a world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for they tried to show
And their voices been scattered by the swirling winds of time
'Cause the truth remains that no-one to know

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song
when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door
When no-one stood me but my shadow on the floor
And lonesome was more than a of mind

You see, the haunts a hungry man
If you don't join him, you got to beat him
I sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing
I stole his song

And you can hear me singin' to the people who don't listen
To the things that I am sayin', someone's gonna hear
And I guess I'll die how the things that they complain about
Are they could be changin', hopin' someone's gonna care

I was born a lonely singer, and I'm bound to die the
But I've got to the hunger in my soul
And if I never have a nickle, I won't die ashamed
'Cause I don't believe that no-one wants to