Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was just an old country
In a little Kentucky
Fame and 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' doc's fees were

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

Tho' he needed his and there were times
That receive a fee
He'd pass it on to some poor
That it worse than he
But when the hit our town
And drained meager purse
The scanty of Old Doc Brown
went 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 Brown and his practice
On the hitchin' post at the below
To advertise his
He a little sign that read
'Doc has moved upstairs'

There he kept on folks get well
And his was just pure gold
But anyone eyes could see
That Doc was old
And one day he didn't even answer
When they knocked his door
Old Doc Brown was 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 they find on him
Was a and a copper cent
So they up his ledger
And what they saw their hearts a pull
Beside each name
Old Doc had (*writ) these words, in full'

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

Old Doc should had a funeral
Fine for a king
It's a joke that our town was broke
And no one give a thing
'Cept Jones, the
He did mighty
Donatin' an old iron
That he'd never been to sell

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

His grave was 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 town
And each man a load
So just picked the wildflowers
As they passed the road

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

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

Still, southern breezes and flickering 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 the whole wide world
Doc Brown has moved up