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 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 send out
His ambition was to find
It seems, sure cures for aches and
Why nearly half the folks in my town
Yes, I'm one of too
Were ushered in by Old Doc
we made our first debut

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

He had to all of his furniture
Why, he couldn't pay his office rent
So to a dusty room over a stable
Doc Brown and his went
On the post at the curb below
To advertise his
He a little sign that read
Brown has moved upstairs'

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

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

It looked like the field for Doc
That caused us some
'Til someone 'membered the graveyard
Out on the Simmons
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 enough for a
It's a ghastly joke our town was broke
And no one could give a
'Cept Jones, the
He did mighty
an old iron casket
That he'd never been able to

And the funeral procession, it much
For grace and pomp and
But those wagon of mourners
stretched out for more than a mile
And we a prayer as we laid him there
To rest the sod
This man who'd the right
To be on speaking terms God

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

We to give him a monument
Kinda figured we him one
he'd made our town a better place
For all the he'd done
But monuments cost
So, we did the we could
And on his we gently placed
A - of wood

We pulled up that old post
Doc had nailed his sign
And we painted it and to all of us
It did look fine
Now the rains and snow has washed
Our white of paint
And ain't nothin' left but Doc's own sign
And is gettin' faint

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