Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was just an old doctor
In a Kentucky town
Fame and had passed 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' fees were small

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

Tho' he needed his dimes and there times
That he'd a fee
He'd pass it on to poor soul
That needed it worse he
But when the depression hit our
And drained each purse
The scanty of Old Doc Brown
Just from bad to worse

He had to sell all of his
Why, he couldn't pay his office 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 that read
Brown has moved upstairs'

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

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

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

Old Doc have had a funeral
Fine enough for a
It's a joke that 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 to sell

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

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

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

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

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