Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky
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 fees small

But Old Doc Brown seem to mind
He didn't send out bills
His ambition was to find
It seems, cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the folks in my town
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
pass it on to some poor soul
That it worse than he
But when the hit our town
And drained meager purse
The income of Old Doc Brown
Just from bad to worse

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

There he on helpin' folks get well
And his was just pure gold
But with eyes could see
Doc was gettin' old
And one day he didn't even answer
When they knocked upon his
Old Doc Brown was a-lyin'
But his - was no more

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 and a copper cent
So they up his ledger
And they saw gave their hearts a pull
Beside each name
Old Doc had (*writ) words, 'Paid in full'

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

Old Doc have had a funeral
Fine for a king
It's a ghastly joke that our was broke
And no one could give a
Jones, the undertaker
He did well
Donatin' an old iron
That he'd never been able to

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 breathed a prayer as we laid him
To rest the sod
This man who'd earned the
To be on speaking terms God

His grave was covered flowers
But not from the floral
Just roses and things from garden
And one or two pots
For the had hit our little town hard
And each man carried a
So some just picked the
As they along the road

We wanted to give him a
figured we owed him one
'Cause he'd made our town a better
For all the good done
But monuments money
So, we did the we could
And on his grave we placed
A - of wood

We pulled up that old hitchin'
Where Doc had his sign
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 ain't nothin' left but Doc's own sign
And that is faint

Still, when breezes and flickering stars
Caress our sleeping
And the pale moon shines through Kentucky
On the grave of Old Doc
You can see that old hitchin' post
As if an to our prayers
telling the whole wide world
Doc Brown has moved up