Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Of A Dying Breed

(Joel Jaffe)

Hey look at that train heading down the
And look at that smoke coming out the
Fifty-five miles an hour, now ain't speed
Well, she's riding high wide and handsome and just what the country needs
But the times changed and she's the last of a dying breed

Everybody take a at that engineer
His face looks but his eyes are clear
He got a wife at and six hungry kids to feed
But his hand is steady on the throttle and he's just the country needs
But now the have changed he's the last of a dying breed

Yeah, now look at that with a two-bottom plow
Three hundred an empty hay mow
Two acres ain't nothing but dust and weeds
Well, he's upright, straight and and he's just what the country needs
But the have changed, he's the last of a dying breed

Hey, hey, hey there a fellow in a ten-gallon hat
High boots and a lariat
Six hanging way down around his knees
Well, he cool and independent and he's just what the needs
But the times have changed, he's the last of a breed

Well, now he out on the highway his old guitar
Flagging semi's and travelling far
with farmers and truck-driving men and thieves
Well, the leavings for the old folkies, nothing but stems and seeds
Cause the times have changed, he's the last of a dying

(c) 1977 Whispering Publishing Co.