Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the most
occurred on the top floor of this
Bigwig executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now understand I'm not poking any fun or disrespecting
God knows I country music with all my heart and soul
And I the Grand Ole Opry
But I do have a with someone who
Can't play a D chord on a guitar
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 it down
It's how it

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

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

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

So I up my old pickup truck
And I drove home 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 about quitting every other day
But I just on kicking that cup

Yeah, I kept kicking that can by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you know I an overnight sensation
In over ten years
And now I'm packing out all the dance
And the rodeos night
I got a wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat
I'd say I'm alright

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

Oh, how a little front porch picking, boys

Well, wouldn't you know old record man
Showed up one night at this tonking bar
After my he said,
"Son, I believe you be the next big country star"
He said, "We how you keep it raw
We how you keeping it real
And I think you may just have
We all like to commercial appeal"
Huh, ain't something
Well, sir

I'd sing my own songs
be a puppet on a string
I'll what I want to wear
And I'm sing what I wanna sing
Heaven knows all I
Is my faith, my fans, my friends and my
I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas
Than the of Tennessee
God Tennessee
But I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas
Than sell my to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those tight skinny