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 in Nashville, Tennessee
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
even play a D chord on a guitar
Telling someone with a that they won't get far
So this song is to all those underdogs like me
Out there around
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 what I'm to say
I can see you have a
For the you write and play
But you lack what we all commercial appeal
And you just don't have what it
To make it in Nashville"

Well my heart felt a train wreck
But I wore a smile on my
I said, "Thank you for time, sir"
Put my guitar back in its
Our little conversation was like a
Redirecting my
'Cause God knows I'd 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 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 post in Texas
Than the of Tennessee

So I up my old pickup truck
And I drove home 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 every other day
But I just on kicking that cup

Yeah, I kept that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And you know I became an overnight sensation
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 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 knows all I
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
I'd rather be an old fence post in Texas
Than the king of

Oh, how 'bout a little front porch picking,

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

I'd rather my own songs
Than be a on a string
I'll what I want to wear
And 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 of Tennessee
God Tennessee
But I'd rather be just an old fence post in
Than sell my soul to rock 'n'
Or rap or wear those tight jeans