Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

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

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

Well my felt like a train wreck
But I a smile on my face
I said, "Thank you for time, sir"
Put my back in its case
Our little conversation was a revelation
Redirecting my
'Cause God knows I'd sell my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those tight skinny

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

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 first thousand or so
Not a soul up
I thought about quitting every day
But I kept on kicking that cup

Yeah, I kept kicking that can by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you know I an overnight sensation
In just ten years
And now I'm out all the dance halls
And the rodeos every
I got a pretty wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a
I'd say I'm doing

And you I'd rather sing my own songs
be a puppet 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
I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas
Than the of Tennessee

Oh, how 'bout a front porch picking, boys

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

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