Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

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

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

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

So I loaded up my old pickup
And I drove home to Amarillo
Got a gig off old 66
At this called The Armadillo
And for the first thousand or so
Not a showed up
I thought about quitting every day
But I just kept on kicking 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 dance
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
I'll wear what I want to
I'm gonna sing what I wanna
Heaven knows all I
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
Besides I'd rather be an old post in Texas
Than the of Tennessee

Oh, how 'bout a little front picking, boys

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

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