Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Doc Brown

He was just and old country in a small Georgia town
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 patient forgot to pay although Doc's fees small
But ol' Doc Brown didn't seem to mind in he didn't even send out bills
His only ambition it seemed was to find sure cures for and ills
Why nearly half the folks in our home
And yes I'm one of them too were ushered in by ol' Doc
When we our first debaut ah he needed his dimes
And were times he'd receive a fee
But he would it on to some poor soul that he said needed it worse than he
So when hard hit our town and drained each meager purse
The scanty income of Ol' Doc 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 room over a liberty stable Ol' Doc Brown and his satchel went
On the post at the curb below to advertise his wares
He nailed up a little sign that read "Doc Brown has up stairs"
And there he on helping people get well and his heart was pure gold
But anyone with eyes see that Doc was getting old
Then one day he didn't even answer when they upon his door
Ol' Doc Brown was lying but his life was no more
They found him there in his old black but on his face was a smile of contentment
But all the money they could find on him was a quarter and one ol' cent
So they opened up his ledger and what saw gave their hearts a pull
cause each debtor's name Ol' Doc had written "Paid in full"
Well it looked like the 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 into this world and Simmons was a grateful cuss
He said "Doc been like one of the family so he can sleep us."
Ol' Doc should 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
Jones the undertaker he did mighty well
He donated an old iron casket he'd been able to sell
And the funeral procession it wasn't much for grace and pomp and style
But those wagonloads of mourners stretched out for more than a mile
And we breathed a prayer as we 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 floral
Just roses and things from folks gardens and one or two dandelion
For had hit our town hard and each man carried a load
So some just the wild flowers as they passed along the way
We to give Doc a monument we kind of figured we owed him one
he had made our town a better place for all the good he had done
But monuments cost so we just did the best we could
And on his we just placed a monument of wood
We pulled up old hitching post where Doc had nailed his sign
We it white and to all of us it surely did look fine
Now the rains and snow has washed our white trimmings of paint
And there nothing left but Doc's old sign and even that's getting faint
And still when southern breezes and twinkling cross our little town
And pail moonlight shines through pines on the grave of Ol' Doc Brown
You can still see that old hitching post as if in to our prayers
Proudly telling the whole world Doc Brown has moved up stairs