Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Of A Dying Breed

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

He was also a friend to everybody he met
Ray me the value of faith and family
The flag, hard work, honesty and a good dog
I hope my daddy Ray wasn't the last of a breed

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

With a house on a hill and a in the field
by a mess of corn 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 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
at the BFW hall hot dog
Cake pan lickers, ripe tomato
Hay loadin' trailers in the fall

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

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 down in
As the last, the of a dying breed

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

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