Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true for the most part
occurred on the top floor of this
Bigwig record executive's office in Nashville,
Now understand I'm not any fun or disrespecting anybody
God I love country music with all my heart 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 this song is dedicated to all those underdogs me
Out running around
Don't get discouraged if you have a
Don't be afraid to it down
how it goes

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

Well my heart like 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 a revelation
my dreams
'Cause God knows I'd never sell my soul to rock 'n'
Or rap or wear those skinny jeans

'Cause you know I'd rather my own songs
Than be a on a string
I'll wear I want 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 fence in Texas
the king of Tennessee

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

Yeah, I kicking that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And you know I became an overnight sensation
In just ten years
And now I'm packing out all the dance
And the rodeos every
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 I want to wear
I'm sing what I wanna sing
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

Oh, how a little front porch picking, boys

Well, wouldn't you that old record man
Showed up one night at this honky bar
After my he said,
"Son, I you might be the next 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, ain't 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 sing I wanna sing
Heaven all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my friends and my
Besides I'd rather be an old fence in Texas
Than the of Tennessee
God Tennessee
But I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas
sell my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear tight skinny jeans