Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a story for the most part
That occurred on the top floor of
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 love the Grand Ole
But I do have a problem someone who
Can't play a D chord on a guitar
Telling someone with a that they won't get far
So this song is dedicated to all underdogs like me
Out there running
Don't get discouraged if you a dream
Don't be to chase 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 songs you write and
But you lack what we all call appeal
And you just don't have it takes
To it here in Nashville"

Well my felt 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
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 my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear what I to wear
I'm gonna sing what I sing
Heaven knows all I
Is my faith, my fans, my friends and my
Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in
Than the king of

So I loaded up my old truck
And I drove back home to
Got a gig off old 66
At this ballroom called The
And for the thousand shows or so
Not a showed up
I thought about quitting other day
But I kept on kicking that cup

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

And you I'd rather sing my own songs
be a puppet on a string
I'll wear I want to wear
I'm sing what 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 king of

Oh, how 'bout a little porch picking, boys

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

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