Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the part
That occurred on the top of this
record executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now understand I'm not any fun or disrespecting anybody
God knows I love country music with all my and soul
And I love the Ole Opry
But I do have a problem with who
Can't even play a D chord on a
Telling someone with a dream that won't get far
So this song is dedicated to all those underdogs me
Out there running
Don't get if you have a dream
Don't be afraid to chase it
It's how it

He said, "Son, don't get by what I'm about to say
I can see you have a
For the songs you write and
But you lack what we all call appeal
And you just don't have what it
To make it in Nashville"

Well my heart felt a train wreck
But I wore a smile on my
I said, "Thank you for time, sir"
Put my guitar in its case
Our little was like a revelation
Redirecting my
'Cause God I'd never sell my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear tight skinny jeans

'Cause you know I'd rather sing my own
Than be a puppet on a
I'll what I want to wear
I'm gonna sing what I sing
knows all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in
the king of Tennessee

So I loaded up my old truck
And I drove back to Amarillo
Got a gig off old 66
At this called The Armadillo
And for the first thousand or so
Not a soul up
I thought quitting every other day
But I kept on kicking that cup

Yeah, I kept kicking can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you know I an overnight sensation
In just over ten
And now I'm out all the dance halls
And the every night
I got a pretty wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a
I'd say I'm doing

And you I'd rather sing my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
I'll what I want to wear
I'm gonna sing I wanna sing
Heaven all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my friends and my
Besides I'd rather be an old fence in Texas
Than the of Tennessee

Oh, how 'bout a little front porch picking,

Well, you know that old record man
Showed up one night at honky tonking bar
After my he said,
"Son, I you might be the next big country star"
He said, "We like how you it raw
We like how you keeping it
And I think you may have what
We all to call commercial appeal"
Huh, ain't that
Well, sir

I'd sing my own songs
Than be a on a string
I'll what I want to wear
And I'm sing what I wanna sing
knows all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
Besides I'd rather be an old post in Texas
Than the king of
God bless
But I'd rather be just an old fence in Texas
Than my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those skinny jeans