Luyện nghe bài hát Last Day of a Dying Breed

My name's Tommy Franks, an' my name 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, hard work, honesty an' a dog.
I hope my Ray wasn't the last 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,
Deere cap supportin' man.
With a on a hill and a pond in the field,
Surrounded by a of corn rows.
Makes a livin' from his labor, credit to the Maker,
He's everybody 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

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

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

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

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