Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now is a true story for the most part
That occurred on the top of this
Bigwig executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now understand I'm not poking any fun or disrespecting
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
even play a D chord on a guitar
Telling 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 if you have a dream
be afraid to chase it down
It's how it

He said, "Son, get offended by what I'm about to say
I can see you have a
For the songs you and play
But you lack what we all call commercial
And you just don't 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 back in its case
Our little conversation was like a
my dreams
'Cause God knows I'd sell my soul to rock '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 I want to wear
I'm sing what I wanna sing
Heaven all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
I'd rather be an old fence post 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 ballroom called The Armadillo
And for the first thousand or so
Not a soul up
I about quitting every other day
But I just on kicking that cup

Yeah, I kept that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you know I became an sensation
In over 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 alright

And you I'd rather sing my own songs
be a puppet on a string
I'll wear I want to wear
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 post in
Than the king of

Oh, how 'bout a little porch picking, boys

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

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