Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

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

He said, "Son, get offended by what I'm about to say
I can see you a passion
For the songs you and play
But you lack what we all call commercial
And you just have what it takes
To make it in Nashville"

Well my felt like 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 was like 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 rather my own songs
be a puppet on a string
I'll wear I want to wear
I'm gonna what I wanna sing
knows all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
Besides I'd be an old fence post in Texas
Than the king of

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 first shows or so
Not a showed 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 out all the dance halls
And the rodeos night
I got a wife, a ranch, a band, a bus, a boat
I'd say I'm doing

And you I'd rather sing my own songs
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear what I want to
I'm sing what I wanna sing
knows all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
Besides I'd be an old fence post in Texas
Than the king of

Oh, how a little front porch picking, boys

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

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