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 heart and
And I the Grand Ole Opry
But I do have a problem with who
Can't play a D chord on a guitar
Telling someone with a dream that they get far
So this song is dedicated to all those like me
Out there around
Don't get discouraged if you a dream
Don't be afraid to chase it
how it goes

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 commercial appeal
And you just don't have what it
To it here in Nashville"

Well my heart felt like a wreck
But I wore a smile on my
I said, "Thank you for time, sir"
Put my guitar in its case
Our conversation was like a revelation
my dreams
'Cause God knows I'd never sell my to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those tight skinny

you know I'd rather sing my own songs
Than be a on a string
I'll wear I want to wear
I'm gonna what I wanna sing
Heaven knows all I
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 loaded up my old truck
And I drove back to Amarillo
Got a gig off old 66
At this ballroom called The
And for the first shows or so
Not a showed up
I thought quitting every other day
But I kept on kicking that cup

Yeah, I kicking that can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you know I became an sensation
In just ten years
And now I'm packing out all the dance
And the rodeos night
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
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 rather be an old post in Texas
Than the king of

Oh, how 'bout a front porch picking, boys

Well, wouldn't you know old record man
Showed up one night at this 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 it real
And I think you may have what
We all to call commercial appeal"
Huh, ain't that
Well, sir

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