Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the most
That occurred on the top floor of
record executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now I'm not poking any fun or disrespecting anybody
God knows I love country music with all my 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 a dream that they won't get far
So this song is to all those underdogs like me
Out there running
get discouraged if you have a dream
Don't be to chase it down
how it goes

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 we all call commercial appeal
And you just don't have what it
To make it in Nashville"

Well my heart felt like a train
But I wore a smile on my
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 tight jeans

'Cause you know I'd rather my own songs
be a puppet on a string
I'll wear what I want to
I'm sing what I wanna sing
Heaven knows all I
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 truck
And I back home to Amarillo
Got a gig off old 66
At ballroom called The Armadillo
And for the first shows or so
Not a soul up
I thought about every other day
But I just kept on kicking cup

Yeah, I kicking that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And you know I became an overnight sensation
In just over ten
And now I'm out all the dance halls
And the every night
I got a wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat
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 want to
I'm gonna sing I wanna sing
Heaven all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
Besides I'd rather be an old fence in Texas
the king of Tennessee

Oh, how 'bout a little front porch picking,

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

I'd sing my own songs
be a puppet on a string
I'll wear what I to wear
And I'm gonna what I wanna sing
knows all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
Besides I'd be an old fence post in Texas
Than the king of
God Tennessee
But I'd rather be just an old fence in Texas
Than sell my soul to rock 'n'
Or rap or wear those skinny jeans