Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Doc Brown

He was just and old country 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 didn't seem to mind in fact he didn't 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 his dimes
And were times he'd receive a fee
But he would pass it on to some soul that he said needed it worse than he
So when hard times hit our town and each meager purse
The scanty income of Ol' Doc Brown went from bad to worse
He had to sell his furniture why he even pay his office rent
And so to an old dusty room over a liberty stable Ol' Doc 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 and his heart was pure gold
But with eyes could see that Doc was getting old
Then one day he even answer when they knocked upon his door
Ol' Doc Brown was lying down but his was no more
They him there in his old black 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 what they saw gave hearts a pull
cause beside each debtor's Ol' Doc had written "Paid in full"
Well it looked 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 into this world and was a grateful cuss
He said "Doc been like one of the family so he can sleep us."
Ol' Doc Brown should have had a funeral fine enough for a
It's a joke that our town was broke and no one could give a thing
Jones the undertaker he did mighty well
He donated an old iron casket he'd never been to sell
And the funeral procession well it wasn't much for grace and pomp and
But those of mourners they stretched out for more than a mile
And we breathed a prayer as we laid him there to beneath the sod
This man who had earned the right to be on speaking terms God
His grave was covered with but not from the floral shop
Just roses and things from folks gardens and one or two dandelion
For times had hit our hard and each man carried a load
So some just picked the wild flowers as passed along the way
We to give Doc a monument we kind of figured we owed him one
cause he had 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 grave we placed a monument of wood
We pulled up that old hitching post where Doc had his sign
We painted it white and to all of us it surely did look
Now the rains and snow has washed away our white trimmings of
And there ain't nothing left but Doc's old sign and that's getting faint
And still when breezes and twinkling stars cross our little town
And pail moonlight shines through Georgia pines on the of Ol' Doc Brown
You can still see that old hitching as if in answer to our prayers
Proudly telling the wide world Doc Brown has moved up stairs