Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

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

But Old Doc Brown seem to mind
He even send out bills
His only was to find
It seems, sure for aches and ills
Why nearly half the in my home town
Yes, I'm one of too
ushered in by Old Doc Brown
When we our first debut

Tho' he needed his and there were times
That receive a fee
He'd pass it on to poor soul
That needed it than he
But when the depression hit our
And drained each 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 room over a Livery stable
Doc Brown and his practice
On the hitchin' post at the below
To advertise his
He nailed a little sign read
Brown has moved upstairs'

There he kept on helpin' get well
And his heart was just pure
But anyone with eyes see
Doc was gettin' old
And then one day he even answer
When they knocked upon his
Old Doc Brown was a-lyin'
But his - was no more

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

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

Old Doc have had a funeral
Fine enough for a
It's a ghastly that our town was broke
And no one could give a
'Cept Jones, the
He did well
Donatin' an old casket
That he'd never been to sell

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 beneath the sod
This man who'd earned the
To be on speaking terms God

His grave was covered with
But not the floral shops
roses and things from folks' garden
And one or two pots
For the depression had hit our little town
And each man a load
So some just the wildflowers
As they passed along the

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

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

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