Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Doc Brown

He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia
Fame and had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his way he served us one and all
Many a patient to pay although Doc's fees were small
But ol' Doc Brown didn't seem to mind in fact he didn't even send out
His only ambition it was to find sure cures for aches and ills
Why nearly the folks in our home town
And yes I'm one of too were ushered in by ol' Doc Brown
When we our first debaut ah he needed his dimes
And there were times he'd a fee
But he would pass it on to some poor soul that he said it worse than he
So when times hit our town and drained each meager purse
The scanty of Ol' Doc Brown just went from bad to worse
He had to sell his furniture why he couldn't even pay his office
And so to an old dusty room over a stable Ol' Doc Brown and his satchel went
On the hitching post at the curb to advertise his wares
He nailed up a little sign that "Doc Brown has moved up stairs"
And he kept on helping people get well and his heart was pure gold
But with eyes could see that Doc was getting old
Then one day he didn't even answer when they upon his door
Ol' Doc Brown was down but his life was no more
They found him there in his old black suit but on his face was a of contentment
But all the money they could on him was a quarter and one ol' copper cent
So they opened up his ledger and what they saw their hearts a pull
cause beside each name Ol' Doc had written "Paid in full"
Well it like the potter's field for Doc and that caused us some alarm
'Till some one remembered the family graveyard out on the Simmon's
Ol' Doc had brought six of their kids this world and Simmons was a grateful cuss
He said "Doc been one of the family so he can sleep with us."
Ol' Doc Brown should have had a funeral enough for a king
It's a ghastly 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 never been able to sell
And the funeral procession well it wasn't much for grace and and style
But those wagonloads of mourners they out for more than a mile
And we breathed a prayer as we laid him there to rest the sod
This man who had earned the right to be on speaking with God
His grave was with flowers but not from the floral shop
Just roses and things from gardens 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 wanted to give Doc a monument we kind of figured we him one
cause he had made our town a better for all the good he had done
But monuments money 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 Doc had nailed his sign
We painted it and to all of us it surely did look fine
Now the rains and snow has washed away our white of paint
And there ain't nothing left but Doc's old sign and even getting faint
And still when southern and twinkling stars cross our little town
And pail moonlight shines through pines on the grave of Ol' Doc Brown
You can still see that old hitching as if in answer to our prayers
Proudly telling the whole wide world Doc has moved up stairs