Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Doc Brown

He was just and old country doctor in a small town
and fortune 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 forgot to pay although Doc's were small
But ol' Doc didn't seem to mind in fact he didn't even 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 in by ol' Doc Brown
When we made our first ah he needed his dimes
And there were times he'd a fee
But he pass it on to some poor 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 just went bad to worse
He had to sell his why he couldn't even pay his office rent
And so to an old dusty over a liberty stable Ol' Doc Brown and his satchel went
On the hitching post at the below to advertise his wares
He nailed up a little sign that "Doc Brown has moved up stairs"
And there he kept on helping people get well and his heart was 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 was lying 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 gave hearts a pull
cause beside each debtor's name Ol' Doc had "Paid in full"
Well it looked like the potter's field for Doc and that caused us some
'Till one remembered the family graveyard out on the Simmon's farm
Ol' Doc had brought six of their kids into this world and Simmons was a grateful
He "Doc been like one of the family so he can sleep with us."
Ol' Doc Brown should have had a funeral fine enough for a
a ghastly joke that our town was broke and no one could give a thing
Except Jones the he did mighty well
He donated an old casket he'd never been able to sell
And the procession well it wasn't much for grace and pomp and style
But wagonloads 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 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 town hard and each man carried a
So some just picked the 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 a better place for all the good he had done
But monuments money so we just did the best we could
And on his grave we just placed a monument of
We pulled up that old hitching post where Doc had his sign
We it white and to all of us it surely did look fine
Now the rains and snow has away our white trimmings of paint
And there ain't nothing left but Doc's old sign and even that's getting
And still when breezes and twinkling stars cross our little 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 world Doc Brown has moved up stairs