Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now is a true story for the most part
occurred on the top floor of this
Bigwig record office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now understand I'm not poking any fun or anybody
God knows I love music with all my heart and soul
And I love the Grand Ole
But I do a problem with someone who
even play a D chord on a guitar
Telling someone with a that they won't get far
So this song is dedicated to all those underdogs me
Out there running
Don't get discouraged if you a dream
Don't be to chase it down
how it goes

He said, "Son, don't get offended by what I'm to say
I can see you have a
For the you write 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 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 a revelation
my dreams
'Cause God I'd never sell my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those skinny jeans

'Cause you know I'd sing my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
wear what I want to wear
I'm gonna sing what I 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

So I up my old pickup truck
And I drove back home to
Got a gig off old 66
At ballroom called The Armadillo
And for the first thousand or so
Not a showed up
I about 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 just ten years
And now I'm out all the dance halls
And the rodeos every
I got a pretty wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a
I'd say I'm doing

And you know I'd rather sing my own
be a puppet on a string
I'll what I want to wear
I'm gonna what I wanna sing
knows all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my friends and my
Besides I'd rather be an old fence in Texas
the king of Tennessee

Oh, how 'bout a little porch picking, boys

Well, you know that old record man
Showed up one night at honky tonking bar
After my he said,
"Son, I believe you be the next big country star"
He said, "We how you keep it raw
We like how you it real
And I think you may just have
We all like to call appeal"
Huh, that something
Well, sir

I'd sing my own songs
Than be a on a string
I'll wear what I 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 fence post in
Than the of Tennessee
God Tennessee
But I'd rather be just an old fence in Texas
Than sell my to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or those tight skinny jeans