Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the most
occurred on the top floor of this
Bigwig record office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now understand I'm not any fun or disrespecting anybody
God knows I love music with all my heart and soul
And I love the Grand Ole
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 underdogs like me
Out there around
Don't get discouraged if you 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 and play
But you lack what we all call commercial
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 conversation was like a
my dreams
'Cause God I'd never sell my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear tight skinny jeans

'Cause you know I'd rather sing my own
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 rather be an old fence post in
Than the king of

So I loaded up my old truck
And I drove back to Amarillo
Got a gig off old 66
At this ballroom called The
And for the first shows or so
Not a showed up
I about quitting every other day
But I just kept on kicking cup

Yeah, I kept kicking 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 dance
And the rodeos every
I got a wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat
I'd say I'm doing

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

Oh, how 'bout a little porch picking, boys

Well, wouldn't you know that old man
Showed up one night at this 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 like how you it real
And I think you may have what
We all like to call appeal"
Huh, ain't that
Well, sir

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