Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Of A Dying Breed

My Tommy 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 everybody he met
Ray me the value of faith and family
The American flag, hard work, and a good dog
I hope my Ray wasn't the last of a dyin' breed

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

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

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

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

Fruit stand sellers, town square
Who at The Dairy Queen at dawn
Everybody him and everybody loves him
God, I'm gonna him if they're gone

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

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

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