Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

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

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 we all call commercial appeal
And you just don't have 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 guitar in its case
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 skinny jeans

you know I'd rather sing my own songs
Than be a 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
Besides I'd rather be an old fence in Texas
the king of Tennessee

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

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

Oh, how 'bout a little front picking, boys

Well, wouldn't you know that old 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 sing my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear what I want to
And I'm gonna sing what I wanna
knows all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my friends and my
I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas
Than the of Tennessee
God Tennessee
But I'd rather be just an old fence in Texas
Than sell my soul to rock 'n'
Or rap or those tight skinny jeans