Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Of A Dying Breed

My name's Tommy and my daddy's name was Ray
Ray was a farm boy a and a banker
A clerk, a roughneck, a
A haul driver, a soldier and a mechanic

He was also a friend to he ever met
Ray taught me the of faith and family
The American flag, work, honesty and a good dog
I hope my daddy Ray wasn't the last of a dyin'

He's a cold beer drinker, a n' bear hunter
The best a dog ever had
A post hole digger, a man dipper
Deere cap sportin' man

With a on a hill and a pond in the field
by a mess of corn rows
Makes a livin' his labour, a credit to the maker
somebody, everybody knows

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

wearers, farmer tan tearers
Down at the BFW hot dog
Cake pan lickers, ripe pickers
Hay balers trailers in the fall

Fruit sellers, town square dwellers
Who gather at The Queen at dawn
knows him and everybody loves him
God, I'm gonna miss him if they're

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

of a dying breed
He's a working family man
of a dying breed

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