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
a patient forgot to pay although Doc's fees were small
But ol' Doc Brown didn't seem to in fact he didn't even send out bills
His only ambition it seemed was to find sure for aches and ills
Why nearly half the folks in our home
And yes I'm one of them too were in by ol' Doc Brown
When we made our debaut ah he needed his dimes
And there were times he'd a fee
But he would pass it on to some poor that he said needed it worse than he
So when hard times hit our and drained each meager purse
The scanty income of Ol' Doc Brown just 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 over a liberty stable Ol' Doc and his satchel went
On the hitching post at the below to advertise his wares
He nailed up a little sign that read "Doc has moved up stairs"
And there he kept on helping people get well and his heart was pure
But anyone with eyes could see Doc was getting old
Then one day he didn't even answer when they knocked 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 what they saw gave their hearts a
cause beside each debtor's name Ol' Doc had "Paid in full"
Well it looked like the potter's field for Doc and that us some alarm
'Till some one remembered the graveyard out on the Simmon's farm
Ol' Doc had brought six of their kids into this world and Simmons was a grateful
He said "Doc been like one of the family so he can with us."
Ol' Doc Brown should have had a fine enough for a king
It's a ghastly joke that our 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 for grace and pomp and style
But those of mourners they 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 right to be on speaking with God
His grave was covered with flowers but not from the floral
Just and things from folks gardens and one or two dandelion tops
For times had hit our town hard and each man a load
So some just the wild flowers as they passed along the way
We wanted to give Doc a monument we 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 did the best we could
And on his grave we placed a monument of wood
We pulled up that old post where Doc had nailed his sign
We painted it and to all of us it surely did look fine
Now the rains and has washed away our white trimmings of paint
And ain't nothing left but Doc's old sign and even that's getting faint
And still when southern and twinkling stars cross our little town
And pail shines through Georgia pines on the grave of Ol' Doc Brown
You can see that old hitching post as if in answer to our prayers
Proudly telling the wide world Doc Brown has moved up stairs