Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

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

He said, "Son, don't get offended by I'm about to say
I can see you have a
For the songs you write and
But you lack what we all call commercial
And you just don't what it takes
To it here 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 back in its case
Our conversation was like a revelation
Redirecting my
'Cause God knows I'd never sell my to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those tight skinny

'Cause you I'd rather 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 and my family
Besides I'd be an old fence post in Texas
the king of Tennessee

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 thousand shows or so
Not a soul up
I thought about quitting other day
But I just kept on kicking cup

Yeah, I kicking that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And you know I became an overnight sensation
In just over ten
And now I'm out all the dance 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 know I'd sing my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear I want to wear
I'm gonna 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 post in
the king of Tennessee

Oh, how 'bout a little front picking, boys

Well, wouldn't you know 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 how you keep it raw
We like how you it real
And I you may just have what
We all to call commercial appeal"
Huh, ain't that
Well, sir

I'd sing my own songs
Than be a on a string
I'll wear what I want to
And I'm sing 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
the king of Tennessee
God Tennessee
But I'd rather be just an old fence in Texas
Than sell my soul to rock 'n'
Or rap or wear those skinny jeans