Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Of A Dying Breed

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

He was also a friend to everybody he met
Ray taught me the of faith and family
The flag, hard work, honesty and a good dog
I hope my daddy Ray the last of a dyin' breed

He's a cold drinker, a buck n' bear hunter
The best a dog ever had
A post digger, a man Skoal dipper
John cap sportin' man

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

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

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

Last of a breed
He's a 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 think 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 dying