Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a story for the most part
occurred on the top floor of this
Bigwig record office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now understand I'm not poking any fun or anybody
God knows I love country music with all my heart and
And I love the Ole Opry
But I do a problem with someone who
Can't even play a D on a guitar
someone with a dream that they won't get far
So this song is dedicated to all underdogs like me
Out there running
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 have a
For the you write and play
But you lack what we all call commercial
And you just don't what it takes
To it here in Nashville"

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

So I loaded up my old pickup
And I drove home to Amarillo
Got a gig off old 66
At this ballroom The Armadillo
And for the first thousand or so
Not a showed up
I thought quitting every other day
But I just kept on that cup

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

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

Oh, how 'bout a little front porch picking,

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 how you keep it raw
We like how you it real
And I think you may have what
We all like to call appeal"
Huh, ain't something
Well, sir

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