Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

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

But Old Doc Brown didn't to mind
He didn't send out bills
His only ambition was to
It seems, cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the folks in my home
Yes, I'm one of too
ushered in by Old Doc Brown
When we made our debut

Tho' he his dimes and there were times
That he'd a fee
He'd pass it on to poor soul
That it worse than he
But when the depression hit our
And drained meager purse
The income of Old Doc Brown
Just went from bad to

He had to all of his furniture
Why, he couldn't pay his office rent
So to a dusty room a Livery stable
Doc and his practice went
On the post at the curb below
To his wares
He nailed a sign that read
Brown has moved upstairs'

There he kept on folks get well
And his heart was just gold
But anyone with eyes see
Doc was gettin' old
And then one day he even answer
When they knocked his door
Old Doc was a-lyin' down
But his soul - was no

They him there in an old black suit
And on his face was a 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 hearts a
Beside debtor's name
Old Doc had (*writ) these words, in full'

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

Old Doc have had a funeral
enough for a king
It's a ghastly that our town was broke
And no one give a thing
'Cept Jones, the
He did mighty
an old iron casket
That never been able to sell

And the funeral procession, it much
For and pomp and style
But wagon loads of mourners
They stretched out for more a mile
And we a prayer as we laid him there
To beneath the sod
This man who'd earned the
To be on speaking terms God

His was covered with flowers
But not from the floral
Just and things from folks' garden
And one or two dandelion
For the depression had hit our little hard
And each man a load
So some just picked the
As they passed the road

We to give him a monument
figured we owed him one
'Cause made our town a better place
For all the he'd done
But monuments cost
So, we did the we could
And on his grave we placed
A monument - of

We up that old hitchin' post
Where Doc had his sign
And we it white and to all of us
It certainly did look
Now the rains and has washed away
Our white of paint
And there nothin' left but Doc's own sign
And that is gettin'

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