Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the most
occurred on the top floor of this
Bigwig executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now understand I'm not any fun or disrespecting anybody
God knows I love country with all my heart and soul
And I love the Ole Opry
But I do have a problem someone who
Can't even a D chord on a guitar
someone with a dream that they won't get far
So this song is dedicated to all underdogs like me
Out running around
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 write and
But you what we all call commercial appeal
And you just don't have it takes
To make it in Nashville"

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

'Cause 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 I wanna sing
Heaven all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my friends and my
Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in
Than the of Tennessee

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

Yeah, I kicking 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 wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat
I'd say I'm alright

And you know I'd rather sing my own
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear what I want to
I'm gonna what I wanna sing
Heaven all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
Besides I'd rather be an old post in Texas
Than the of Tennessee

Oh, how 'bout a little porch picking, boys

Well, wouldn't you that old record man
Showed up one at this honky tonking bar
my show he said,
"Son, I believe you might be the next big star"
He said, "We how you keep it raw
We like how you it real
And I think you may just have
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 wear I want to wear
And I'm sing what I wanna sing
Heaven knows all I
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
Besides I'd rather be an old fence in Texas
Than the of Tennessee
God Tennessee
But I'd rather be just an old fence in Texas
Than sell my soul to 'n' roll
Or rap or those tight skinny jeans