Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Of A Dying Breed

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

He was a friend to everybody he ever met
Ray taught me the value of faith and
The American flag, hard work, and a good dog
I hope my daddy Ray wasn't the of a dyin' breed

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

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

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 will go in history
As the last, the of the

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

Fruit sellers, town square dwellers
Who gather at The Dairy Queen at
Everybody him and everybody loves him
God, I'm gonna miss him if gone

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

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

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