Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was just an old country
In a Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had him by
But we saw him frown
As day by day in his way
He us one and all
a patient forgot to pay
Altho' doc's were small

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

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

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

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

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

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

Old Doc have had a funeral
enough for a king
It's a ghastly joke our town was broke
And no one give a thing
Jones, the undertaker
He did well
Donatin' an old 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 stretched out for more a mile
And we breathed a as we laid him there
To beneath the sod
man who'd earned the right
To be on speaking with God

His grave was with flowers
But not from the floral
Just roses and things from folks'
And one or two dandelion
For the depression had hit our town hard
And man carried a load
So some just picked the
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 old hitchin' post
Where Doc had his sign
And we painted it and to all of us
It certainly did look
Now the rains and snow has washed
Our white trimmings of
And there ain't nothin' left but Doc's own
And that is gettin'

Still, when breezes and flickering stars
our sleeping town
And the moon shines through Kentucky pines
On the of Old Doc Brown
You can still see old hitchin' post
As if an answer to our
Mutely telling the whole world
Doc Brown has up stairs