Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Doc Brown

He was just and old country doctor in a small town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him
As day by day in his kindly way he us one and all
Many a patient forgot to pay Doc's fees were small
But ol' Doc Brown didn't seem to mind in he didn't even send out bills
His ambition it seemed was to find sure cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the folks in our town
And yes I'm one of them too were ushered in by ol' Doc
we made our first debaut ah he needed his dimes
And there were times receive a fee
But he would 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 income of Ol' Doc Brown just went bad to worse
He had to sell his why he couldn't even pay his office rent
And so to an old dusty over a liberty stable Ol' Doc Brown and his satchel went
On the hitching at the curb below to advertise his wares
He nailed up a little that read "Doc Brown has moved up stairs"
And there he kept on helping get well and his heart was pure gold
But anyone eyes could see that Doc was getting old
Then one day he didn't even answer when knocked upon his door
Ol' Doc was lying down 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 money they could find on him was a quarter and one ol' cent
So they opened up his and what they saw gave their hearts a pull
cause each debtor's 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 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 that our town was broke and no one could give a thing
Except Jones the 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 a mile
And we breathed a prayer as we him there to rest beneath the sod
This man who had the right to be on speaking terms with God
His was covered with flowers but not from the floral shop
Just roses and from folks gardens and one or two dandelion tops
For times had hit our town hard and man carried a load
So some just picked the wild as they 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 place for all the good he had
But monuments cost so we just did the best we could
And on his grave we just placed a of wood
We pulled up that old post where Doc had nailed his sign
We it white and to all of us it surely did look fine
Now the rains and has washed away our white trimmings of paint
And there ain't nothing but Doc's old sign and even that's getting faint
And still when breezes and twinkling stars cross our little town
And moonlight 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
Proudly telling the whole wide world Doc has moved up stairs