Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was just an old doctor
In a little town
and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him
As day by day in his way
He us one and all
Many a patient to pay
doc's fees were small

But Old Doc Brown seem to mind
He even send out bills
His only ambition was to
It seems, sure for aches and ills
Why half the folks in my home town
Yes, I'm one of too
Were ushered in by Old Doc
we made our first debut

Tho' he his dimes and there were times
That receive a fee
He'd it on to some poor soul
That needed it worse he
But the depression hit our town
And drained each purse
The scanty of Old Doc Brown
went from bad to worse

He had to sell all of his
Why, he couldn't even pay his rent
So to a room over a Livery stable
Doc Brown and his went
On the hitchin' post at the curb
To advertise his
He nailed a little sign that
Brown has moved upstairs'

There he kept on helpin' folks get
And his heart was pure gold
But anyone with eyes see
Doc was gettin' old
And one day he didn't even answer
When they upon his door
Old Doc Brown was a-lyin'
But his soul - was no

They found him there in an old suit
And on his was a smile of content
But all the money could find on him
Was a and a copper cent
So they up his ledger
And what they saw gave their a pull
Beside debtor's name
Old Doc had (*writ) these words, in full'

It looked the potter's field for Doc
That us some alarm
'Til someone 'membered the graveyard
Out on the farm
Old doc had brought six of their
And Simmons was a grateful
He said, been like one of the family
So, you can let him sleep us

Old Doc have had a funeral
Fine for a king
It's a ghastly that our town was broke
And no one could give a
Jones, the undertaker
He did well
an old iron casket
That he'd never able to sell

And the funeral procession, it much
For grace and and style
But those wagon loads of
They out for more than a mile
And we breathed a prayer as we laid him
To beneath the sod
This man who'd the right
To be on speaking with God

His grave was with flowers
But not from the shops
Just roses and things from garden
And one or two pots
For the had hit our little town hard
And man carried a load
So some just picked the
As passed along the road

We to give him a monument
Kinda figured we him one
'Cause he'd our town a better place
For all the good done
But monuments money
So, we did the best we
And on his grave we gently
A monument - of

We pulled up that old post
Where Doc had his sign
And we it white and to all of us
It certainly did look
Now the and snow has washed away
Our white of paint
And there ain't nothin' left but own sign
And that is gettin'

Still, when breezes and flickering stars
Caress our town
And the pale shines through Kentucky pines
On the grave of Old Doc
You can still see that old hitchin'
As if an to our prayers
Mutely the whole wide world
Doc Brown has moved up