Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was just an old country
In a Kentucky town
and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him
As day by day in his way
He us one and all
a patient forgot to pay
Altho' fees were small

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

he needed his dimes and there were times
That he'd a fee
He'd pass it on to poor soul
needed it worse than he
But the depression hit our town
And drained each meager
The scanty of Old Doc Brown
Just went 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 hitchin' at the curb below
To advertise his
He nailed a sign that read
'Doc Brown has upstairs'

There he kept on folks get well
And his heart was just pure
But anyone with 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 found him there in an old black
And on his face was a of content
But all the they could find on him
Was a quarter and a copper
So they opened up his
And what they saw their hearts a pull
Beside each name
Old Doc had (*writ) these words, in full'

It looked the potter's field for Doc
caused us some alarm
'Til someone 'membered the family
Out on the farm
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 have had a
Fine enough for a
It's a ghastly joke that our town was
And no one could give a
Jones, the undertaker
He did well
Donatin' an old iron
That he'd never been 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
This man who'd the right
To be on speaking terms God

His grave was covered with
But not the floral shops
Just and things from folks' garden
And one or two pots
For the depression had hit our town hard
And each man carried a
So some picked the wildflowers
As passed along the road

We wanted to him a monument
Kinda figured we him one
'Cause he'd made our town a better
For all the good he'd
But cost money
So, we did the best we
And on his grave we gently
A monument - of

We pulled up that old hitchin'
Where Doc had nailed his
And we it white and to all of us
It certainly did fine
Now the rains and snow has washed
Our white trimmings of
And there nothin' left but Doc's own sign
And that is faint

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