Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true for the most part
That on the top floor of this
Bigwig record executive's in Nashville, Tennessee
Now understand I'm not poking any fun or disrespecting
God I love country music with all my heart and soul
And I love the Ole Opry
But I do a problem with someone who
Can't even a D chord on a guitar
Telling someone with a dream that they get far
So this song is dedicated to all those like me
Out running around
get discouraged if you have a dream
Don't be afraid to 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 you write and play
But you lack what we all call commercial
And you just don't have what it
To make it in Nashville"

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

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

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

Yeah, I kept kicking that can by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you know I became an sensation
In over ten years
And now I'm packing out all the dance
And the rodeos every
I got a wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat
I'd say I'm alright

And you I'd rather sing my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear I want to wear
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 fence in Texas
the king of Tennessee

Oh, how 'bout a front porch picking, boys

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

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