Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now is a true story for the most part
That occurred on the top of this
Bigwig record executive's in Nashville, Tennessee
Now I'm not poking any fun or disrespecting anybody
God knows I love country music all my heart and soul
And I the Grand Ole Opry
But I do have a with someone 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 like me
Out there around
Don't get if you have a dream
Don't be to chase it down
It's how it

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

Well my heart like a train wreck
But I wore a on my face
I said, "Thank you for time, sir"
Put my guitar back in its
Our little conversation was like a
my dreams
'Cause God knows I'd never my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear tight skinny jeans

'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 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
Than the king of

So I up my old pickup truck
And I drove back home to
Got a gig off old 66
At this called The Armadillo
And for the first shows or so
Not a soul up
I thought about every other day
But I just on kicking that cup

Yeah, I kept that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you know I became an overnight
In just over ten
And now I'm out all the dance 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
Than be a on a string
I'll wear I want to wear
I'm gonna sing I wanna 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 of Tennessee

Oh, how a little front porch picking, boys

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

I'd sing my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
I'll what I want to wear
And I'm sing what 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 king of
God bless
But I'd be just an old fence post in Texas
Than sell my soul to 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those tight jeans