Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true for the most part
That occurred on the top of this
Bigwig record executive's office in Nashville,
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 Grand Ole
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 is dedicated to all those underdogs like me
Out running around
Don't get discouraged if you a dream
Don't be afraid to it down
how it goes

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 we all call commercial appeal
And you just don't have it takes
To make it in Nashville"

Well my heart felt like a train
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 never sell my soul to 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those tight jeans

you know 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 wanna
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 this ballroom The Armadillo
And for the first shows or so
Not a soul up
I thought about quitting other day
But I just kept on that cup

Yeah, I kept that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And you know I became an overnight sensation
In over ten years
And now I'm packing out all the halls
And the rodeos every
I got a wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat
I'd say I'm alright

And you know I'd sing my own songs
Than be a on a string
wear what I want to wear
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 fence post in
Than the king of

Oh, how 'bout a little porch picking, boys

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

I'd sing my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear what I to wear
And 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 in Texas
Than the king of
God Tennessee
But I'd be just an old fence post in Texas
Than my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those skinny jeans