Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Doc Brown

He was just and old country doctor in a small town
Fame and fortune had him by but we never 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 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 cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the in our home town
And yes I'm one of too were ushered 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 would pass it on to some poor soul he said needed it worse than he
So when times hit our town 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 a liberty stable Ol' Doc Brown and his satchel went
On the hitching post at the below to advertise his wares
He up a little sign that read "Doc Brown has moved up stairs"
And he kept 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 when they knocked upon his door
Ol' Doc Brown was lying down but his life was no
They found him there in his old suit 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 they saw gave their hearts a
cause beside debtor's name Ol' Doc had written "Paid in full"
Well it looked like the potter's field for Doc and 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 with us."
Ol' Doc Brown have had a funeral fine enough for a king
It's a ghastly joke our town was broke and no one could give a thing
Except Jones the undertaker he did mighty
He donated an old iron casket he'd been able to sell
And the funeral procession well it wasn't much for and pomp and style
But those wagonloads of mourners stretched out for more than a mile
And we a prayer 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 from folks and one or two dandelion tops
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
cause he had made our town a better place for all the he had done
But monuments cost money so we just did the best we
And on his grave we placed a monument of wood
We pulled up old hitching post where Doc had nailed his sign
We painted it white and to all of us it surely did fine
Now the and snow 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 southern breezes and twinkling stars cross our town
And pail moonlight shines through Georgia pines on the grave of Ol' Doc
You can still see that old hitching as if in answer to our prayers
Proudly telling the whole wide Doc Brown has moved up stairs