Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I kicking that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you know I became an sensation
In just over ten
And now I'm packing out all the dance
And the rodeos night
I got a wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat
I'd say I'm doing

And you know I'd sing my own songs
Than be a on a string
I'll wear what I to wear
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

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 might be the next big star"
He said, "We how you keep it raw
We like how you it real
And I think you may have what
We all like to commercial appeal"
Huh, ain't that
Well, sir

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