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 long haul driver, a 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, and a good dog
I hope my daddy Ray wasn't the last of a breed

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

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

of a dying 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 will go down in
As the last, the of the

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

Fruit stand sellers, town square
Who gather at The Dairy at dawn
Everybody knows him and everybody 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 hate to that generation might be ending
But if he goes, he will go down in
As the last, the last of a dying

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

Last of a dying breed who 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 last of a dying breed of a breed
Of a breed