Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was just an old country
In a little town
Fame and had passed him by
But we saw him frown
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 seem to
He didn't even out bills
His ambition was to find
It seems, sure cures for and ills
Why nearly half the folks in my town
Yes, I'm one of too
ushered in by Old Doc Brown
When we our first debut

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

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

There he kept on helpin' folks get
And his heart was pure gold
But anyone with eyes see
That Doc was old
And one day he didn't even answer
When they knocked his door
Old Doc Brown was down
But his - was no more

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

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

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

And the funeral procession, it wasn't
For grace and pomp and
But those wagon loads of
They stretched out for more a mile
And we a prayer as we laid him there
To rest the sod
man who'd earned the right
To be on terms with God

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

We wanted to 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 we could
And on his grave we placed
A monument - of

We pulled up that old post
Where Doc had nailed his
And we it white and to all of us
It certainly did fine
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 breezes and stars
our sleeping town
And the pale moon shines through Kentucky
On the grave of Old Doc
You can still see old hitchin' post
As if an to our prayers
Mutely telling the wide world
Doc Brown has moved up