Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the part
occurred on the top floor of this
Bigwig record executive's office in Nashville,
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 have a problem someone who
Can't even play a D chord on a
Telling someone with a that they 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 it down
how it goes

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

Well my heart like a train 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 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
wear what I want to wear
I'm gonna what I wanna sing
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

So I up my old pickup truck
And I drove home 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 about every other day
But I kept on kicking that cup

Yeah, I kept kicking that can by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you 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 pretty wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a
I'd say I'm alright

And you know I'd rather sing my own
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear what I to wear
I'm sing what 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 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 how you keep it raw
We like how you keeping it
And I you may just have what
We all like to call appeal"
Huh, ain't that
Well, sir

I'd rather sing my own
be a puppet on a string
I'll wear what I want to
And I'm sing 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
the king of Tennessee
God bless
But I'd rather be just an old fence post in
sell my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those skinny jeans