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 also a to everybody he ever met
Ray taught me the value of faith and
The American flag, hard work, and a good dog
I my daddy 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 hole digger, a man Skoal dipper
John cap sportin' man

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

Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and the fences
Heaven knows, I'd hate to think that might 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 loadin' trailers in the

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

Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and mend the
Heaven knows, I'd to think that generation might 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 family man
Last of a breed

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