Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the most
That occurred on the top of this
Bigwig record executive's office in Nashville,
Now understand I'm not poking any fun or anybody
God knows I love country music with all my heart and
And I the Grand Ole Opry
But I do a problem with someone who
Can't even a D chord on a guitar
someone with a dream that they won't get far
So this is dedicated to all those underdogs like me
Out there running
get discouraged if you have a dream
Don't be 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 have a
For the songs you write and
But you lack what we all commercial appeal
And you just don't have what it
To make it in Nashville"

Well my felt like a train wreck
But I wore a on my face
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 soul to 'n' roll
Or rap or wear tight skinny jeans

'Cause you I'd rather sing my own songs
be a puppet on a string
I'll what I want to wear
I'm gonna sing 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 truck
And I back home to Amarillo
Got a gig off old 66
At ballroom 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 that cup

Yeah, I kept kicking that can by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you I became an overnight sensation
In over ten years
And now I'm packing out all the halls
And the rodeos 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
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear what I want to
I'm gonna sing I wanna sing
knows all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas
Than the of Tennessee

Oh, how 'bout a little front porch picking,

Well, you know that old record 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 how you keeping it real
And I think you may just what
We all like to commercial appeal"
Huh, ain't that
Well, sir

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