Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Doc Brown

He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly way he us one and all
Many a forgot to pay although Doc's fees were small
But ol' Doc didn't seem to mind in fact he didn't even send out bills
His only ambition it was to find sure cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the folks in our home
And yes I'm one of too were ushered in by ol' Doc Brown
When we our first debaut ah he needed his dimes
And there were he'd receive a fee
But he would pass it on to some poor that he said needed it worse than he
So when hard times hit our and drained each meager purse
The income of Ol' Doc Brown just went from bad to worse
He had to his furniture why he couldn't even pay his office rent
And so to an old dusty room over a stable Ol' Doc Brown and his satchel went
On the hitching post at the curb to advertise his wares
He nailed up a little sign read "Doc Brown has moved up stairs"
And there he kept on helping people get well and his was pure gold
But with eyes could see that Doc was getting old
Then one day he didn't even when they knocked upon his door
Ol' Doc Brown was lying but his life was no more
They found him there in his old black suit but on his face was a of contentment
But all the they could find on him was a quarter and one ol' copper cent
So they up his ledger and what they saw gave their hearts a pull
cause beside each debtor's name Ol' Doc had "Paid in full"
it looked like the potter's field for Doc and that caused us some alarm
'Till some one remembered the graveyard out on the Simmon's farm
Ol' Doc had brought six of their kids into this world and Simmons was a grateful
He said "Doc been like one of the family so he can with us."
Ol' Doc Brown have had a funeral fine enough for a king
It's a ghastly joke that our town was broke and no one could a thing
Except Jones the undertaker he did well
He donated an old iron casket he'd been able to sell
And the funeral procession well it much for grace and pomp and style
But those wagonloads of mourners stretched out for more than a mile
And we breathed a as we laid him there to rest beneath the sod
This man who had earned the to be on speaking terms with God
His grave was covered with flowers but not from the shop
Just roses and things folks gardens and one or two dandelion tops
For times had hit our town hard and each man carried a
So some just picked the wild flowers as passed along the way
We to give Doc a monument we kind of figured we owed him one
cause he had made our town a better for all the good he had done
But cost money so we just did the best we could
And on his we just placed a monument of wood
We pulled up that old hitching post where Doc had his sign
We painted it white and to all of us it surely did fine
Now the rains and has washed away our white trimmings of paint
And there ain't nothing left but Doc's old and even that's getting faint
And still when southern breezes and twinkling stars cross our little
And pail shines through Georgia pines on the grave of Ol' Doc Brown
You can still see old hitching post as if in answer to our prayers
telling the whole wide world Doc Brown has moved up stairs