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 that written
I saw he was about a step away from dyin'
And I couldn't but wonder why
And the lines of song occurred 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 helped show me how to the devil

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

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

Actually, I guess you'd could call it a
smoke to the ceiling and sawdust on the floor
Friendly

I saw there was just one old man sittin' at the bar
And in the mirror, I see him checkin' me and my guitar
An' he and said, "Come up here boy, and show us what you are"
I said, "I'm dry", he bought me a

He nodded at my guitar and said, "It's a tough life, 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 time 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 explainin' how the things they complain about
Are things could be changin', who do you think's gonna care?"

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

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his before
Back when 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 than a state of mind

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

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

I was born a lonely singer, and I'm bound to die the
But got to feed the hunger in my soul
And if I have a nickle, I won't ever die ashamed
'Cause I believe that no-one wants to know