Luyện nghe bài hát Last Day of a Dying Breed

My name's Tommy Franks, an' my Daddy's was Ray.
Ray was a farm boy, a an' a banker.
A clerk, a roughneck, a driller,
A driver, a soldier an' a mechanic.
He was also a friend to everybody he met.
Ray taught me the of Faith an' family,
The American flag, work, honesty an' a good dog.
I hope my Daddy Ray wasn't the of a dyin' breed.

He's a cold beer drinker, a buck deer
The best a dog ever had.
A post-hole-digger, a mint dipper,
John cap supportin' man.
With a house on a hill and a in the field,
by a mess of corn rows.
Makes a livin' from his labor, gives to the Maker,
He's somebody knows.

Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and the fences.
knows, I'd hate to think that generation might be ending,
But if he goes, he will go down in
As the last, the last of

wearers, farmer tan terrors,
at the VFW hall. (Hall)
Cake pan lickers, tomato pickers,
Hay loadin' trailers in the Fall.
stand sellers, town square dwellers,
Who at The Dairy Queen at dawn.
Everybody knows him an' loves him:
God, I'm gonna miss him he's gone.

Last of a dying who tend the fields and mend the fences.
Heaven knows, I'd hate to that generation might be ending,
But if he goes, he go down in history:
As the last, the of a dying breed.

(Last of a breed.)
He's a family man.
(Last of a breed.)

Last of a dying who tend the fields and mend the fences.
Heaven knows, I'd hate to think generation might be ending,
But if he goes, he will go in history:
As the last, the of a dying breed.
Of a breed.
Of a breed.
Of a Breed.