Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Of A Dying Breed

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

He was also a friend to everybody he met
Ray taught me the value of 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 post digger, a man Skoal dipper
John Deere cap man

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

Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and 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 of the

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

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

Last of a 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 last of a dying

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

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 breed
Of a dying