Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Doc Brown

He was just and old country doctor in a Georgia town
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 forgot to pay although Doc's fees were small
But ol' Doc Brown didn't seem to mind in fact he even send out bills
His only ambition it seemed was to sure cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the in our home town
And yes I'm one of too were ushered in by ol' Doc Brown
we made 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 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 office
And so to an old dusty room over a liberty stable Ol' Doc Brown and his went
On the hitching post at the curb to advertise his wares
He nailed up a little that read "Doc Brown has moved up stairs"
And there he kept on helping people get well and his heart was gold
But anyone with eyes could see that Doc was old
Then one day he didn't even when they knocked upon his door
Ol' Doc Brown was lying 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 find on him was a quarter and one ol' copper cent
So they opened up his and what they saw gave their hearts a pull
cause each debtor's name Ol' Doc had written "Paid in full"
Well it looked like the potter's field for Doc and that us some alarm
'Till some one remembered the family graveyard out on the Simmon's
Ol' Doc had brought six of kids into 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 have had a funeral fine enough for a king
It's a ghastly joke our town was broke and no one could give a thing
Except 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 for grace and pomp and style
But those wagonloads of mourners they 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 right to be on speaking with God
His grave was with flowers but not from the floral shop
Just roses and things from folks 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
he had made our town 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 where Doc had nailed his sign
We it white 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 that's faint
And still when southern breezes and twinkling stars our little town
And pail moonlight shines through Georgia pines on the of Ol' Doc Brown
You can still see that old post as if in answer to our prayers
telling the whole wide world Doc Brown has moved up stairs