Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

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

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

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

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

So I up my old pickup truck
And I drove back 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 quitting every other day
But I kept on kicking that cup

Yeah, I kept that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you I became an overnight sensation
In just ten years
And now I'm packing out all the 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 puppet on a
wear 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 rather be an old fence post in
Than the of Tennessee

Oh, how a little front porch picking, boys

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

I'd rather sing my own
be a puppet on a string
I'll wear what I to wear
And I'm sing what I wanna sing
Heaven 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 bless
But I'd rather be just an old fence post in
sell my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those skinny jeans