Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Of A Dying Breed

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

He was also a to everybody he ever met
Ray taught me the of faith and family
The American flag, hard work, honesty and a dog
I hope my daddy Ray the last of a dyin' breed

a cold beer drinker, a buck n' bear hunter
The best a dog ever had
A post digger, a man Skoal dipper
John Deere cap man

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

Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and 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 the

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

Fruit stand sellers, town square
Who gather at The Dairy Queen at
Everybody knows him and everybody him
God, I'm miss him if they're gone

of a dying breed who tend the fields 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 breed

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

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