Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Doc Brown

He was just and old doctor in a small Georgia 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 to mind in fact he didn't even send out bills
His only ambition it seemed was to sure cures for aches and ills
Why half the folks in our home town
And yes I'm one of too were ushered in by ol' Doc Brown
When we made our first ah he needed his dimes
And there were times he'd a fee
But he would pass it on to some poor soul that he said it worse than he
So when hard times hit our and drained each meager purse
The scanty income of Ol' Doc Brown went from bad to worse
He had to sell his furniture why he couldn't even pay his rent
And so to an old dusty room over a stable Ol' Doc Brown and his satchel went
On the post at the curb below 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 well and his heart was gold
But anyone eyes could see that Doc was getting old
Then one day he didn't even answer when they upon his door
Ol' Doc was lying down but his life was no more
They found him there in his old suit but on his face was a smile of contentment
But all the they could find on him was a quarter and one ol' copper cent
So they opened up his ledger and 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 one remembered the family graveyard 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 one of the family so he can sleep with us."
Ol' Doc Brown should have had a fine enough for a king
It's a ghastly 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 never been able to sell
And the funeral procession well it wasn't for grace and pomp and style
But those wagonloads of mourners they out for more than a mile
And we breathed a as we laid him there to rest beneath the sod
This man who had the right to be on speaking terms with God
His grave was covered with but not from the floral shop
Just and things from 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 they along the way
We wanted to give Doc a monument we kind of we owed him one
cause he had made our town a place for all the good he had done
But monuments cost so we just did the best we could
And on his grave we just a monument of wood
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 and snow has washed away our white trimmings of paint
And there ain't nothing left but Doc's old sign and even that's getting
And still when southern breezes and twinkling stars our little town
And pail moonlight shines through pines on the grave of Ol' Doc Brown
You can still see old hitching post as if in answer to our prayers
Proudly the whole wide world Doc Brown has moved up stairs