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 and a banker
A clerk, a roughneck, a
A haul driver, a soldier and a mechanic

He was also a to everybody 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 the last of a dyin' breed

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

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

Last of a dying who tend the fields and mend the fences
Heaven knows, I'd hate to think that generation be ending
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 miss him if they're gone

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

Last of a breed
He's a hard working man
of a dying breed

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 will go in history
As the last, the of a dying breed of a dying breed
Of a dying