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 in Nashville, Tennessee
Now understand I'm not poking any fun or anybody
God knows I love country music all my heart and soul
And I the Grand Ole Opry
But I do a problem with someone who
Can't even play a D on a guitar
Telling someone with a dream they won't get far
So this song is dedicated to all underdogs like 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 a passion
For the songs you write and
But you lack what we all call appeal
And you just don't have what it
To it here in Nashville"

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

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

So I loaded up my old truck
And I drove back to Amarillo
Got a gig off old 66
At this called The Armadillo
And for the first shows or so
Not a showed up
I about quitting every other day
But I just kept on kicking cup

Yeah, I kicking that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you know I became an sensation
In just over ten
And now I'm out all the dance halls
And the rodeos night
I got a wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat
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 sing what I sing
Heaven knows all I
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 a little front porch picking, boys

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

I'd rather my own songs
be a puppet on a string
I'll wear what I want to
And I'm gonna sing what I 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 be just an old fence post in Texas
Than sell my to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those skinny jeans