Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

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

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 what we all call commercial appeal
And you just don't have what it
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 back in its case
Our little conversation was like a
Redirecting my
'Cause God knows I'd sell my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear tight skinny jeans

'Cause you know I'd sing my own songs
Than be a on a string
wear what I want to wear
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 fence post in
Than the king of

So I loaded up my old truck
And I drove back home to
Got a gig off old 66
At this ballroom called The
And for the first shows or so
Not a showed up
I thought 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 over ten years
And now I'm packing out all the halls
And the every night
I got a wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat
I'd say I'm alright

And you know I'd 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 all I need
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 'bout a little front porch picking,

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

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