Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now is a true story for the most part
That 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 with all my heart and soul
And I the Grand Ole Opry
But I do a problem with someone who
Can't even a D chord on a guitar
Telling with a dream that they won't get far
So this song is dedicated to all those underdogs me
Out there around
Don't get discouraged if you have a
be afraid to chase it down
It's how it

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

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

'Cause you know I'd rather my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear what I to wear
I'm gonna sing 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

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

Yeah, I kicking that can surrounded 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 know I'd sing my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear what I 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

Oh, how 'bout a front porch picking, boys

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

I'd sing my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear what I to wear
And I'm gonna sing I wanna sing
Heaven knows all I
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
Besides I'd be an old fence post in Texas
Than the 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