Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now is a true story for the most part
That 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 all my heart and soul
And I the Grand Ole Opry
But I do a problem with someone who
Can't even a D chord on a guitar
someone with a dream that they won't get far
So this song is to all those underdogs like me
Out running around
get discouraged if you have a dream
Don't be afraid to chase it
It's how it

He said, "Son, don't get offended by 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 don't have what it takes
To it here 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 in its case
Our little conversation was a revelation
my dreams
'Cause God I'd never sell my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear tight skinny jeans

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

So I loaded up my old pickup
And I drove back home to
Got a gig off old 66
At ballroom called The Armadillo
And for the first thousand or so
Not a showed up
I thought about quitting every day
But I just kept on that cup

Yeah, I kept kicking that can 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 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 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 post in
the king of Tennessee

Oh, how 'bout a little front picking, boys

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

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