Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

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

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

Well my heart like 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 conversation was a revelation
Redirecting my
'Cause God knows I'd sell my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those tight skinny

'Cause you know I'd rather my own songs
Than be a on a string
wear what I want to wear
I'm gonna sing what I wanna
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 king of

So I loaded up my old pickup
And I back home to Amarillo
Got a gig off old 66
At this ballroom called The
And for the first thousand or so
Not a showed up
I thought quitting every other day
But I just kept on kicking cup

Yeah, I kept that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you know I became an sensation
In over ten years
And now I'm packing out all the halls
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
be a puppet on a string
I'll what I want to wear
I'm gonna sing what I sing
Heaven all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
Besides I'd be an old fence post in Texas
the king of Tennessee

Oh, how a little front porch picking, boys

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

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