Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

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

He said, "Son, get offended by what I'm about to say
I can see you have a
For the you write and play
But you lack what we all call commercial
And you just don't have it takes
To it here in Nashville"

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

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

So I loaded up my old truck
And I drove home to Amarillo
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 every day
But I just 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 rodeos 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
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
Besides I'd rather be an old post in Texas
the king of Tennessee

Oh, how 'bout a little front porch picking,

Well, wouldn't you that old record man
Showed up one night at this 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 how you keeping it real
And I think you may just have
We all to call commercial appeal"
Huh, ain't that
Well, sir

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