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 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 value of and family
The American flag, work, honesty and a good dog
I hope my Ray wasn't the last of a dyin' breed

He's a cold drinker, a buck n' bear hunter
The best friend a dog had
A post hole digger, a man dipper
John cap sportin' man

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

Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and mend the
Heaven knows, I'd hate to think that generation might be
But if he goes, he go down 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 stand sellers, town square
Who gather at The Dairy at dawn
Everybody knows him and everybody him
God, I'm gonna miss him if gone

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

of a dying breed
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 to think that generation might 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 breed