Luyện nghe bài hát Fence Post

Now this is a true story for the part
occurred on the top floor of this
Bigwig executive's office in Nashville, Tennessee
Now understand I'm not poking any fun or anybody
God knows I love country music all my heart and soul
And I love the Grand Ole
But I do have a problem someone who
Can't even play a D on a guitar
Telling someone with a dream they won't get far
So song is dedicated to all those underdogs like me
Out running around
Don't get if you have a dream
Don't be 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 have a
For the you write and play
But you what we all call commercial appeal
And you just don't have it takes
To it here in Nashville"

Well my heart felt a train wreck
But I wore a on my face
I said, "Thank you for time, sir"
Put my guitar in its case
Our little conversation was like a
Redirecting my
God knows I'd never sell my soul to rock 'n' roll
Or rap or those tight skinny jeans

you know I'd rather sing my own songs
Than be a on a string
wear what I want to wear
I'm sing 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 of Tennessee

So I loaded up my old pickup
And I drove back home to
Got a gig off old 66
At this called The Armadillo
And for the first thousand or so
Not a showed up
I thought about quitting other day
But I just kept on kicking cup

Yeah, I kept kicking can surrounded by
Blood, sweat, and
And wouldn't you know I became an sensation
In just over ten
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 alright

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

Oh, how 'bout a little front picking, boys

Well, wouldn't you know 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 keeping it
And I you may just have what
We all to call commercial appeal"
Huh, ain't something
Well, sir

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