Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Of A Dying Breed

My name's Tommy Franks and my daddy's 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 a friend to everybody he ever met
Ray taught me the value of and family
The flag, hard work, honesty and a good dog
I my daddy Ray wasn't the last of a dyin' breed

He's a cold beer drinker, a buck n' bear
The best friend a dog had
A post hole digger, a man Skoal
Deere cap sportin' man

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

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

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

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

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

Last of a dying
a hard 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 in history
As the last, the last of a breed of a dying breed
Of a dying