Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Of A Dying Breed

(Joel Jaffe)

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

Everybody take a look at that
His face looks worried but his 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 what the needs
But now the times have changed he's the of a dying breed

Yeah, now look at that farmer a two-bottom plow
Three hundred an empty hay mow
Two hundred acres nothing but dust and weeds
Well, he's upright, straight and honest and he's just what the country
But the times have changed, he's the last of a breed

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

Well, now he out on the with his old guitar
Flagging semi's and travelling far
with farmers and truck-driving men and thieves
Well, the leavings for the old folkies, ain't but stems and seeds
Cause the have changed, he's the last of a dying breed

(c) Whispering Wind Publishing Co.