Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

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

He said, "Son, don't get 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 just don't what it takes
To make it in Nashville"

Well my heart felt a train wreck
But I wore a smile on my
I said, "Thank you for time, sir"
Put my back in its case
Our conversation was like a revelation
my dreams
'Cause God I'd never sell my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear tight skinny jeans

you know I'd rather sing my own songs
Than be a on a string
I'll wear what I to wear
I'm sing what I wanna sing
knows all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
Besides I'd rather be an old post in Texas
Than the of Tennessee

So I loaded up my old pickup
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 soul up
I thought 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 packing out all the dance
And the rodeos night
I got a wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat
I'd say I'm doing

And you I'd rather sing my own songs
Than be a on a string
I'll wear I want to wear
I'm sing what I wanna sing
Heaven knows all I
Is my faith, my fans, my friends and my
I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas
Than the of Tennessee

Oh, how 'bout a little front porch picking,

Well, wouldn't you know that old 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 like how you it raw
We like how you it real
And I think you may just have
We all to call commercial appeal"
Huh, ain't that
Well, sir

I'd rather my own songs
be a puppet on a string
I'll wear what I to wear
And 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
God bless
But I'd be just an old fence post in Texas
Than sell my soul to rock 'n'
Or rap or wear those tight jeans