Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Doc Brown

He was just and old doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we 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 to mind in fact he didn't even send out bills
His only ambition it seemed was to find sure for aches and ills
Why nearly the folks in our home town
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 there were times receive a fee
But he would pass it on to some poor soul that he said needed it worse he
So when hard hit our town and drained each meager purse
The scanty income of Ol' Doc Brown just from bad to worse
He had to sell his furniture why he couldn't even pay his rent
And so to an old room over a liberty stable Ol' Doc Brown and his satchel went
On the post at the curb below to advertise his wares
He up a little sign that read "Doc Brown has moved up stairs"
And there he 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 answer when they knocked upon his door
Ol' Doc Brown was lying but his life was no more
They him there in his old black 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 field for Doc and that caused us alarm
'Till some one the family graveyard out on the Simmon's farm
Ol' Doc had brought six of kids into this world and Simmons was a grateful cuss
He said "Doc been like one of the family so he can with us."
Ol' Doc Brown should have had a funeral fine for a king
It's a ghastly joke that our was broke and no one could give a thing
Except the undertaker he did mighty well
He donated an old iron he'd never been able to sell
And the funeral procession it wasn't much for grace and pomp and style
But those wagonloads of mourners they 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 flowers but not the floral shop
Just roses and things from gardens and one or two dandelion tops
For times had hit our town hard and each man a load
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 town a better place for all the good he had
But cost money so we just did the best we could
And on his grave we just placed a monument of
We up that old hitching post where Doc had nailed his sign
We painted it white and to all of us it surely did fine
Now the rains and snow has washed away our white trimmings of
And there ain't left but Doc's old sign and even that's getting faint
And still when southern breezes and twinkling stars cross our town
And pail moonlight shines through 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 wide world Doc Brown has up stairs