Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Of A Dying Breed

My name's Franks and my daddy's name was Ray
Ray was a farm boy a cowboy and a
A clerk, a roughneck, a
A long haul driver, a and a mechanic

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

He's a beer drinker, a buck n' bear hunter
The best a dog ever had
A post hole digger, a man Skoal
John cap sportin' man

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

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

Overall wearers, tan tearers
Down at the BFW hot dog
pan lickers, ripe tomato pickers
Hay loadin' trailers in the fall

Fruit stand sellers, square dwellers
Who gather at The Dairy Queen at
Everybody him and everybody loves him
God, I'm gonna miss him if gone

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

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

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