Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the most
That occurred on the top floor of
Bigwig record 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 someone who
Can't even play a D on a guitar
someone with a dream that they won't get far
So this is dedicated to all those underdogs like me
Out running around
Don't get discouraged if you a dream
Don't be afraid to chase it
how it goes

He said, "Son, get offended by what I'm about to say
I can see you a passion
For the songs you and play
But you what we all call commercial appeal
And you just have what it takes
To make it 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 was like a revelation
my dreams
'Cause God knows I'd never sell my to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those skinny jeans

'Cause you I'd rather sing my own songs
be a puppet on a string
I'll wear what I want to
I'm sing what I wanna 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

So I loaded up my old truck
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 soul up
I thought quitting every other day
But I just on kicking that cup

Yeah, I kept kicking can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And you know I became an overnight sensation
In over 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 sing my own songs
be a puppet on a string
I'll wear what I to wear
I'm sing what I wanna sing
Heaven 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

Oh, how 'bout a little 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 believe you might be the 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 to call commercial appeal"
Huh, that something
Well, sir

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