Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true for the most part
That on the top floor 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 love the Ole Opry
But I do have a problem with who
Can't play a D chord on a guitar
Telling someone with a that they won't get far
So song is dedicated to all those underdogs like me
Out there around
Don't get discouraged if you have a
be afraid to chase it down
It's how it

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 lack we all call commercial appeal
And you just don't have what it
To it here in Nashville"

Well my felt like a train wreck
But I wore a on my face
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 wear those tight skinny

you know I'd rather sing my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear what I 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
Than the of Tennessee

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

Yeah, I kept kicking that can 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 dance
And the rodeos night
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
Than be a on a string
I'll wear what I want to
I'm gonna sing what I sing
Heaven all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my friends and my
Besides I'd rather be an old post in Texas
Than the of Tennessee

Oh, how 'bout a little porch picking, boys

Well, wouldn't you know old record man
Showed up one night at this tonking bar
my show he said,
"Son, I believe you be the next big country star"
He said, "We how you keep 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 sing
knows all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my friends and my
Besides I'd rather be an old post 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 those tight jeans