Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the part
occurred on the top floor of this
Bigwig executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now understand I'm not any fun or disrespecting anybody
God knows I country music with all my heart and soul
And I the Grand Ole Opry
But I do have a problem someone who
Can't even 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 there running
Don't get discouraged if you a dream
Don't be to chase it down
It's how it

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

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

'Cause you know I'd sing my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear I want to wear
I'm gonna sing what I sing
Heaven knows all I
Is my faith, my fans, my friends and my
Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in
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 showed up
I thought quitting every other day
But I just kept on that cup

Yeah, I kicking that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you know I an overnight sensation
In over ten years
And now I'm out all the dance halls
And the every 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
Than be a on a string
wear what I want to wear
I'm gonna sing what I sing
knows all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my friends and my
Besides I'd rather be an old fence in Texas
Than the king of

Oh, how a little front porch picking, boys

Well, wouldn't you know that old man
up one night at this honky 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 keeping it
And I think you may just have
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 what I want to wear
And I'm sing what I wanna sing
Heaven knows all I
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in
Than the of Tennessee
God bless
But I'd rather be just an old fence in Texas
Than my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear tight skinny jeans