Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was just an old country
In a little Kentucky
and fortune 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' fees were small

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

Tho' he needed his and there were times
he'd receive a fee
He'd it on to some poor soul
needed it worse than he
But when the hit our town
And drained each purse
The scanty income of Old Doc
Just 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 and his practice went
On the hitchin' at the curb below
To his wares
He nailed a sign that read
'Doc has moved upstairs'

There he kept on helpin' folks get
And his heart was just gold
But with eyes could see
That Doc was old
And then one day he didn't even
When they upon his door
Old Doc was a-lyin' down
But his - was no more

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

It looked like the field for Doc
caused us some 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 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 that our town was broke
And no one give a thing
Jones, the undertaker
He did mighty
Donatin' an old casket
he'd never been able to sell

And the funeral procession, it wasn't
For and pomp and style
But those loads of mourners
stretched out for more than a mile
And we breathed a prayer as we him there
To beneath the sod
This man who'd earned the
To be on terms with God

His was covered with flowers
But not from the floral
Just roses and from folks' garden
And one or two pots
For the depression had hit our little hard
And each man carried a
So some just the wildflowers
As they passed along the

We wanted to give him a
figured we owed him one
'Cause he'd made our town a better
For all the good he'd
But monuments money
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 did look 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 faint

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