Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a story 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 with all my heart and soul
And I the Grand Ole Opry
But I do have a with someone who
Can't play 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 there running
Don't get if you have a dream
be afraid to chase it down
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 we all call commercial appeal
And you just don't have it takes
To it here 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 guitar back in its
Our conversation was like a revelation
Redirecting my
'Cause God I'd never sell my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those skinny jeans

'Cause you 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
knows all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas
Than the of Tennessee

So I up my old pickup truck
And I drove back to Amarillo
Got a gig off old 66
At this ballroom The Armadillo
And for the thousand shows or so
Not a soul up
I thought about quitting other day
But I just kept on that cup

Yeah, I kept kicking can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you I became an overnight sensation
In just 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 rather sing my own
Than be a on a string
I'll wear what I to wear
I'm gonna sing I wanna sing
Heaven all I need
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 little porch picking, boys

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

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