Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Of A Dying Breed

My name's Tommy Franks and my daddy's 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 me the value of faith and family
The flag, hard work, honesty and a good dog
I my daddy Ray wasn't the last of a dyin' breed

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

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

Last of a breed who tend 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 of the

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

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

Last of a 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 go down in history
As the last, the of a dying breed

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

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