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

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

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

Last of a breed who tend the fields and mend 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

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

stand sellers, town square dwellers
Who gather at The Dairy Queen at
knows him and everybody loves him
God, I'm gonna him if they're gone

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 will go in history
As the last, the last of a breed

Last of a dying
a hard working 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 in history
As the last, the last of a dying breed of a dying
Of a breed