Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the most
That on the top floor of this
Bigwig executive's office 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 the Grand Ole Opry
But I do have a problem someone who
Can't even play a D chord on a
someone with a dream that they won't get far
So this song is dedicated to all those underdogs me
Out running around
get discouraged if you have a dream
Don't be afraid to it down
how it goes

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

Well my heart like a train wreck
But I a smile on my face
I said, "Thank you for time, sir"
Put my guitar back in its
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
Than be a on a string
I'll wear what I want to
I'm gonna sing what I wanna
knows 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

So I loaded up my old truck
And I drove back home to
Got a gig off old 66
At ballroom called The Armadillo
And for the first thousand 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 wouldn't you know I became an overnight
In just over ten
And now I'm out all the dance halls
And the rodeos night
I got a pretty wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a
I'd say I'm doing

And you know I'd rather my own songs
Than be a on a string
I'll wear what I want to
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 post in Texas
Than the king of

Oh, how 'bout a front porch picking, boys

Well, wouldn't you that old record man
Showed up one night at this tonking bar
After my he said,
"Son, I you might be the next big country star"
He said, "We like how you it raw
We how you keeping it real
And I you may just have what
We all like to commercial appeal"
Huh, ain't something
Well, sir

I'd rather sing my own
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear what I want to
And I'm gonna sing what I 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
God bless
But I'd rather be just an old fence in Texas
Than sell my soul to rock 'n'
Or rap or wear those tight skinny