Luyện nghe bài hát Devil, Devil

town, she is a temptress.
A siren with gold eyes, cut you with her kindness,
She will lead you her lies.
She's called a glistening meadow.
good at keeping score.
If you make it she's savior, if you don't she's a whore.
The roads to and from her heart are littered with souls.
They gave all of their all and all they got in is empty holes.
Sure we've all about 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 caged one a fire.

She's the reason there's a Sunday coming down.
I saw the light, A Boy Named Sue, He stopped her today.
The and 16th avenue.
The Ryman, oh she's a the brown eyed mickey
She was Roy Acuffs castle and Elvis Presley's dream
It's not all bad it's not all dark it's not all and crass,
But to mine gold in this silver it does take balls of brass.
For she's seem 'em and seen 'em go,
And came herself a time or two. no
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 star in this town...
You can or you can fight.

You see, it all comes to money.
Not romantic art of days gone past, if you that rule,
You can bet backside she will bury it in your ass.
A tramp, a slut, a bitch, a mutt, a thousand pawn guitars.
A little needle to a vein that feeds a singers heart.
She in friendly shadows; but she's a junky with a limp.
The are her bookie and the labels are her pimp.
I'll tell you a well-known of a place known 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 then go the hell.