Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true for the most part
That on the top floor of this
record executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now understand I'm not poking any fun or anybody
God knows I country music with all my heart and soul
And I the Grand Ole Opry
But I do have a with someone who
Can't even play a D chord on a
Telling someone with a dream they won't get far
So song is dedicated to all those underdogs like me
Out there around
Don't get if you have a dream
Don't be 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 songs you write and
But you lack what we all call commercial
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 guitar in its case
Our little conversation was like a
my dreams
'Cause God knows I'd never my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or those tight skinny jeans

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

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

Yeah, I kept that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you know I became an overnight
In just over ten
And now I'm out all the dance halls
And the every night
I got a pretty wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a
I'd say I'm alright

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

Oh, how 'bout a little front porch picking,

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

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