Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the part
That occurred on the top floor of
Bigwig executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now I'm not poking any fun or disrespecting anybody
God knows I love country music with all my and soul
And I the Grand Ole Opry
But I do a problem with 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 to all those underdogs like me
Out running around
get discouraged if you have a dream
Don't be afraid to it down
how it goes

He said, "Son, don't get offended by I'm about 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 have what it takes
To make it in Nashville"

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

'Cause you I'd rather sing my own songs
be a puppet on a string
I'll what I want to wear
I'm gonna sing I wanna sing
knows 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

So I up my old pickup truck
And I drove back home to
Got a gig off old 66
At this ballroom called The
And for the first thousand or so
Not a soul 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 you know I became an overnight sensation
In just over ten
And now I'm packing out all the halls
And the rodeos every
I got a pretty wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a
I'd say I'm doing

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

Oh, how 'bout a front porch picking, boys

Well, you know that old record man
Showed up one night at honky tonking bar
my show he said,
"Son, I believe you 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 have what
We all like to commercial appeal"
Huh, ain't that
Well, sir

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