Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the most
That on the top floor of this
Bigwig record executive's office in Nashville,
Now I'm not poking any fun or disrespecting anybody
God knows I love country with all my heart and soul
And I love the Grand Ole
But I do have a problem someone who
Can't even play a D chord on a
Telling someone with a dream that won't get far
So this song is dedicated to all those underdogs me
Out running around
Don't get discouraged if you have a
Don't be afraid to chase it
It's how it

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

Well my heart felt like a train
But I wore a on my face
I said, "Thank you for time, sir"
Put my back in its case
Our little was like a revelation
Redirecting my
'Cause God knows I'd never sell my to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those skinny jeans

'Cause you know I'd rather my own songs
Than be a on a string
I'll what I want to wear
I'm sing what I wanna sing
Heaven knows all I
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 pickup
And I drove back to Amarillo
Got a gig off old 66
At this called The Armadillo
And for the first thousand or so
Not a showed up
I thought quitting every other day
But I just kept on kicking cup

Yeah, I kicking that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you know I became an overnight
In just 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 doing

And you know I'd rather my own songs
Than be a on a string
I'll wear what I want to
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 post in Texas
the king of Tennessee

Oh, how 'bout a little porch picking, boys

Well, wouldn't you that old record man
up one night at this honky tonking bar
After my he said,
"Son, I believe you might be the next big star"
He said, "We like how you it raw
We how you keeping it real
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 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 post in Texas
the king of Tennessee
God Tennessee
But I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas
Than sell my to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those tight jeans