Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Doc Brown

He was and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
and fortune 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 patient forgot to pay although Doc's fees small
But ol' Doc Brown didn't seem to mind in fact he didn't send out bills
His only it seemed was to find sure cures for aches 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 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 income of Ol' Doc Brown just 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 over a liberty stable Ol' Doc Brown and his satchel went
On the hitching post at the curb below to advertise his
He nailed up a little sign that read "Doc Brown has up stairs"
And there he kept on helping get well and his heart was pure gold
But with eyes could see that Doc was getting old
one day he didn't even answer when they knocked upon his door
Ol' Doc Brown was 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 money they could find on him was a quarter and one ol' copper
So they opened up his ledger and what they saw gave their hearts a
cause each debtor's name Ol' Doc had written "Paid in full"
Well it looked like the potter's for Doc and that caused us some alarm
'Till some one remembered the family graveyard out on the farm
Ol' Doc had brought six of their kids into this world and was a grateful cuss
He "Doc been like 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 joke that our town was and no one could give a thing
Except the undertaker he did mighty well
He donated an old iron casket he'd never been able to
And the procession well it wasn't much for grace and pomp and style
But those wagonloads of they stretched out for more than a mile
And we breathed a prayer as we laid him to rest beneath the sod
This man who had earned the to be on speaking terms with God
His was covered with flowers but not from the floral shop
Just roses and things folks gardens and one or two dandelion tops
For times had hit our town hard and each man carried a
So some picked 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 good he had
But monuments cost money so we just did the best we
And on his we just placed a monument of wood
We pulled up that old hitching post 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 when southern breezes and twinkling stars cross our little town
And pail moonlight 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 world Doc Brown has moved up stairs