Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Of A Dying Breed

(Joel Jaffe)

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

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

Yeah, now look at that farmer with a plow
hundred acres an empty hay mow
Two hundred acres ain't but dust and weeds
Well, he's upright, straight and honest and he's just the country needs
But the times have changed, he's the last of a breed

Hey, hey, hey there goes a fellow in a hat
High heeled and a lariat
Six shooter hanging way down his knees
Well, he cool and independent and just what the country needs
But the times have changed, he's the last of a dying

Well, now he out on the highway his old guitar
Flagging down and travelling far
Talking with farmers and men and thieves
Well, the for the old folkies, ain't nothing but stems and seeds
Cause the times have changed, the last of a dying breed

(c) 1977 Whispering Wind Co.