Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the most
occurred on the top floor of this
Bigwig record executive's office in Nashville,
Now I'm not poking any fun or disrespecting anybody
God I love country music with all my heart and soul
And I love the Grand Ole
But I do a problem with someone who
Can't even play a D on a guitar
someone with a dream 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 afraid to chase it
It's how it

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

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

'Cause you I'd rather 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 and my family
Besides I'd rather be an old fence in Texas
Than the of Tennessee

So I loaded up my old truck
And I drove back home to
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 just on kicking that cup

Yeah, I kicking that can surrounded 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 rodeos every
I got a wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat
I'd say I'm doing

And you know I'd rather my own songs
be a puppet on a string
I'll wear what I to wear
I'm gonna sing I wanna sing
Heaven 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 picking, boys

Well, wouldn't you that old record man
Showed up one at this honky tonking bar
my show 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 think you may just what
We all like to call appeal"
Huh, that something
Well, sir

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