Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

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

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

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

'Cause you know I'd rather my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear what I 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

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

Yeah, I kept kicking that can by
Blood, sweat, and
And you know I became an overnight sensation
In just over ten
And now I'm packing out all the dance
And the rodeos night
I got a pretty wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a
I'd say I'm doing

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

Oh, how a little front porch picking, boys

Well, wouldn't you know that old man
up one night at this honky tonking bar
After my he said,
"Son, I believe you be the next big country star"
He said, "We how you keep it raw
We how you keeping it real
And I think you may just have
We all like to call appeal"
Huh, that something
Well, sir

I'd rather my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
I'll what I want to wear
And 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 post in Texas
the king of Tennessee
God Tennessee
But I'd rather be just an old fence in Texas
Than sell my soul to 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those tight skinny