Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the part
That on the top floor of this
Bigwig record executive's in Nashville, Tennessee
Now understand I'm not poking any fun or disrespecting
God knows I love music with all my heart and soul
And I the Grand Ole Opry
But I do have a problem with who
Can't even a D chord on a guitar
someone with a dream that they won't get far
So this is dedicated to all those underdogs like 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 offended by what I'm to say
I can see you a passion
For the you write and play
But you lack what we all call appeal
And you just don't what it takes
To make it in Nashville"

Well my heart felt like a wreck
But I wore a smile on my
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 sell my soul to rock 'n'
Or rap or wear those skinny jeans

'Cause you I'd rather sing my own songs
Than be a on a string
I'll wear what I to wear
I'm gonna what I wanna sing
Heaven all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my friends and my
Besides I'd rather be an old 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 showed up
I thought quitting every other day
But I kept on kicking that cup

Yeah, I kept that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you know I an overnight sensation
In just ten years
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 doing

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

Oh, how 'bout a little front porch picking,

Well, wouldn't you that old record man
Showed up one at this honky tonking bar
After my he said,
"Son, I believe you might be the big country star"
He said, "We like how you it raw
We like how you it real
And I you may just have what
We all like to call 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 gonna 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
the king of Tennessee
God bless
But I'd rather be just an old fence post in
Than sell my to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those skinny jeans