Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was just an old 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 didn't seem to mind
He didn't even out bills
His only was to find
It seems, sure cures for 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

he needed his dimes and there were times
That receive a fee
He'd pass it on to some soul
That it worse than he
But when the hit our town
And drained each meager
The income of Old Doc Brown
went from bad to worse

He had to all of his furniture
Why, he couldn't even pay his office
So to a dusty room over a Livery
Doc Brown and his practice
On the hitchin' post at the below
To advertise his
He nailed a little that read
Brown has moved upstairs'

There he kept on helpin' get well
And his was just pure gold
But anyone eyes could see
Doc was gettin' old
And then one day he even answer
When they knocked upon his
Old Doc Brown was a-lyin'
But his - was no more

They found him in an old black suit
And on his face was a of content
But all the money could find on him
Was a quarter and a copper
So they opened up his
And what they saw gave their hearts a
Beside each debtor's
Old Doc had (*writ) these words, 'Paid in

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

Old Doc should have had a
Fine enough for a
It's a ghastly that our town was broke
And no one give a thing
Jones, the undertaker
He did well
Donatin' an old casket
That never been 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 a prayer as we laid him there
To rest the sod
This man who'd the right
To be on speaking terms God

His grave was covered flowers
But not from the shops
Just roses and things from folks'
And one or two dandelion
For the depression had hit our little town
And each man a load
So some just the wildflowers
As they passed the road

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

We up that old hitchin' post
Doc had nailed his sign
And we painted it and to all of us
It certainly did fine
Now the rains and snow has washed
Our white trimmings of
And there ain't nothin' but Doc's own sign
And is gettin' faint

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