Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a story for the most part
That occurred on the top floor of
Bigwig executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now understand I'm not poking any fun or anybody
God knows I love country with all my heart and soul
And I love the Ole Opry
But I do have a problem someone who
Can't even play a D on a guitar
Telling someone with a dream that won't get far
So this song is dedicated to all those like me
Out running around
Don't get if you have a dream
Don't be afraid to 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 felt like a train wreck
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
my dreams
'Cause God knows I'd never sell my soul to 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those skinny jeans

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

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

Yeah, I kept kicking that can by
Blood, sweat, and
And you know I became an overnight sensation
In just 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 doing

And you I'd rather sing my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
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 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
After my he said,
"Son, I believe you might be the big country star"
He said, "We like how you it raw
We like how you it real
And I think you may just have
We all like to call appeal"
Huh, that something
Well, sir

I'd rather my own songs
be a puppet on a string
I'll wear what I to wear
And I'm gonna 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 post in
the king of Tennessee
God Tennessee
But I'd rather be just an old fence post in
Than sell my to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear tight skinny jeans