Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the part
That occurred on the top floor of
Bigwig record office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now I'm not poking any fun or disrespecting anybody
God knows I love music with all my heart and soul
And I the Grand Ole Opry
But I do have a with someone who
Can't even play a D on a guitar
someone with a dream that they won't get far
So this song is dedicated to all those like me
Out there running
Don't get discouraged if you a dream
Don't be afraid to chase it
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 we all call commercial appeal
And you just don't have what it
To make it in Nashville"

Well my heart like a train wreck
But I wore a on my face
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 my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or those tight skinny jeans

'Cause you I'd rather sing my own songs
be a puppet on a string
I'll wear what I to wear
I'm sing what 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

So I loaded up my old pickup
And I drove back home to
Got a gig off old 66
At this ballroom The Armadillo
And for the first thousand or so
Not a soul up
I thought about 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 over ten years
And now I'm packing out all the dance
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
be a puppet on a string
I'll what I want to wear
I'm gonna sing what I sing
knows all I need
Is my faith, my fans, my and my family
Besides I'd rather be an old fence post in
the king of Tennessee

Oh, how 'bout a little front porch picking,

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 how you keep it raw
We like how you it real
And I think you may just have
We all like to commercial appeal"
Huh, ain't something
Well, sir

I'd rather sing my own
Than be a puppet on a
I'll wear what I want to
And I'm gonna sing I wanna 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 of Tennessee
God Tennessee
But I'd rather be just an old post in Texas
sell my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or wear those skinny jeans