Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the part
That occurred on the top of this
record executive's 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 Ole Opry
But I do have a problem someone who
Can't even play a D on a guitar
Telling someone a dream that they won't get far
So this is dedicated to all those underdogs like me
Out there around
Don't get if you have a dream
Don't be afraid to chase it
It's how it

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

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

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

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 thousand shows or so
Not a showed up
I thought about quitting other day
But I just kept on that cup

Yeah, I kept kicking can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you know I became an sensation
In over ten years
And now I'm out all the dance halls
And the rodeos 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 on a string
wear 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 post in
the king of Tennessee

Oh, how 'bout a front porch picking, boys

Well, you know that old record man
Showed up one night at this honky bar
my show he said,
"Son, I believe you might be the big country star"
He said, "We like how you it raw
We like how you it real
And I think you may just what
We all to call commercial appeal"
Huh, ain't that
Well, sir

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