Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

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

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

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

He had to all of his furniture
Why, he even pay his office rent
So to a dusty room a Livery stable
Doc and his practice went
On the hitchin' post at the below
To his wares
He nailed a little sign that
Brown has moved upstairs'

There he kept on helpin' get well
And his was just pure gold
But anyone with could see
Doc was gettin' old
And then one day he didn't even
When they knocked his door
Old Doc Brown was down
But his - was no more

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

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

Old Doc should had a funeral
Fine enough for a
It's a ghastly joke our town was broke
And no one give a thing
'Cept Jones, the
He did mighty
Donatin' an old iron
That he'd been able to sell

And the funeral procession, it much
For and pomp and style
But those loads of mourners
They stretched out for than a mile
And we breathed a prayer as we him there
To beneath the sod
This man earned the right
To be on speaking with God

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

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

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

Still, southern breezes and flickering stars
our sleeping town
And the moon shines through Kentucky pines
On the grave of Old Doc
You can still see that old post
As if an to our prayers
Mutely telling the wide world
Doc has moved up stairs