Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Of A Dying Breed

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

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

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

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

Last of a dying breed who tend the 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 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 Queen at dawn
Everybody him and everybody loves him
God, I'm miss him if they're gone

of a dying breed 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 last of a dying

Last of a breed
a hard working family man
Last of a breed

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