Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Doc Brown

He was and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and had passed him by but we never 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 Brown didn't seem to mind in fact he even send out bills
His only ambition it seemed was to find sure cures for aches and
Why nearly the folks in our home town
And yes I'm one of them too were in by ol' Doc Brown
When we made our first debaut ah he needed his
And were times he'd receive a fee
But he pass it on to some poor soul that he said needed it worse than he
So hard times hit our town and drained each meager purse
The scanty of Ol' Doc Brown just went from bad to worse
He had to sell his furniture why he couldn't even pay his office
And so to an old room over a liberty stable Ol' Doc Brown and his satchel went
On the hitching post at the curb to advertise his wares
He up a little sign that read "Doc Brown has moved up stairs"
And there he kept on helping people get and his heart was pure gold
But with eyes could see that Doc was getting old
Then one day he didn't even answer when they upon his door
Ol' Doc Brown was lying down but his was no more
They found him there in his old black suit but on his face was a smile of
But all the money they could find on him was a quarter and one ol' copper
So they opened up his ledger and what they saw gave their a pull
cause beside each name Ol' Doc had written "Paid in full"
Well it looked like the potter's field for Doc and that us some alarm
'Till some one remembered the family out on the Simmon's farm
Ol' Doc had brought six of their kids this world and Simmons was a grateful cuss
He said "Doc like one of the family so he can sleep with us."
Ol' Doc should have had a funeral fine enough for a king
It's a joke that our town was broke and no one could give a thing
Except the undertaker he did mighty well
He donated an old iron casket he'd been able to sell
And the procession well it wasn't much for grace and pomp and style
But those wagonloads of mourners they stretched out for more than a
And we a prayer as we laid him there to rest beneath the sod
man who had earned the right to be on speaking terms with God
His grave was covered with flowers but not from the floral
Just roses and things from folks and one or two dandelion tops
For times had hit our town hard and each man a load
So some just picked the wild as they passed along the way
We wanted to give Doc a monument we of figured we owed him one
cause he had made our town a better place for all the good he had
But monuments cost money so we did the best we could
And on his grave we just placed a monument of
We pulled up that old post where Doc had nailed his sign
We painted it white and to all of us it surely did look
Now the rains and snow has washed our white trimmings of paint
And there ain't nothing left but Doc's old sign and that's getting faint
And still when southern breezes and stars cross our little town
And pail moonlight shines Georgia pines on the grave of Ol' Doc Brown
You can see that old hitching post as if in answer to our prayers
Proudly telling the whole wide world Doc has moved up stairs