Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now is a true story for the most part
That occurred on the top floor of
record executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now I'm not poking any fun or disrespecting anybody
God knows I love country with all my heart and soul
And I love the Grand Ole
But I do a problem with someone who
Can't even play a D on a guitar
Telling someone with a that they won't get far
So this song is to all those underdogs like me
Out there running
Don't get discouraged if you have a
be afraid to chase it down
It's how it

He said, "Son, get offended by what I'm about to say
I can see you have a
For the songs you 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 felt 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 a revelation
Redirecting my
'Cause God knows I'd never my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those tight jeans

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

So I loaded up my old pickup
And I back 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 about quitting every other day
But I just on kicking that cup

Yeah, I kept that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And you know I became an overnight sensation
In over ten years
And now I'm out all the dance 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 know I'd rather sing my own
Than be a on a string
wear what I want to wear
I'm gonna sing I wanna sing
Heaven all I need
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 a little front porch picking, boys

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

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