Luyện nghe bài hát Devil, Devil

town, she is a temptress.
A siren with eyes, she'll cut you with her kindness,
She will you with her lies.
She's called a glistening meadow.
She's good at score.
If you make it your savior, if you don't she's a whore.
The roads to and her heart are littered with creative souls.
They gave all of all and all they got in return is empty holes.
we've all heard about Shell, and Chris, Willy, and the Bobby Bares.
She'd on the Johnny's, the Merles and the many music-row billionaires.
Like a she goes seeking seed, her loins so fertile.
To a free man a prison, to a caged one she's a fire.

the reason there's a Sunday morning coming down.
I saw the light, A Boy Sue, He stopped loving her today.
The and 16th avenue.
The Ryman, oh she's a the brown eyed mickey
She was Roy Acuffs castle and 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 does take of brass.
For she's seem 'em and seen 'em go,
And herself a time or two. no matter
How satisfied her sounds she always wants someone new.
The him or her or them or all... With stamina to last the night. To be a star in this lady's town...
You can or you can fight.

You see, it all down to money.
Not romantic art of days gone past, if you forget rule,
You can bet backside she will bury it in your ass.
A tramp, a slut, a bitch, a mutt, a pawn shop guitars.
A nasty little needle to a that feeds a singers heart.
She in friendly shadows; but she's a junky with a limp.
The agents are her and the labels are her pimp.
I'll you a well-known secret of a place known far and wide,
The devil among us folks and Nashville is his bride.

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