Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Of A Dying Breed

My name's Franks 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 and family
The American flag, hard work, and a good dog
I hope my daddy Ray wasn't the last of a dyin'

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

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

Last of a 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 of the

Overall wearers, farmer tan
Down at the BFW hot dog
Cake pan lickers, ripe tomato
Hay balers loadin' trailers in the

Fruit stand sellers, square dwellers
Who gather at The Queen at dawn
Everybody knows him and everybody him
God, I'm gonna miss him if they're

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 of a dying breed

Last of a dying
a hard working family man
Last of a dying

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