Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

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

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

Tho' he needed his dimes and were 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 income of Old Doc
Just from bad to worse

He had to all of his furniture
Why, he even pay his office rent
So to a dusty room over a stable
Doc Brown and his practice
On the hitchin' at the curb below
To advertise his
He nailed a sign that read
'Doc Brown has moved

There he on helpin' folks get well
And his heart was just gold
But anyone eyes could see
Doc was gettin' old
And then one day he didn't answer
When they upon his door
Old Doc Brown was a-lyin'
But his soul - was no

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

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

Old Doc should have had a
Fine enough for a
It's a ghastly joke our town was broke
And no one could give a
Jones, the undertaker
He did mighty
Donatin' an old iron
That he'd been able to sell

And the funeral procession, it wasn't
For and pomp and style
But those loads of mourners
They out for more than a mile
And we breathed a prayer as we him there
To beneath the sod
man who'd earned the right
To be on speaking with God

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

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

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

Still, when southern and flickering stars
Caress our sleeping
And the pale shines through Kentucky pines
On the grave of Old Doc
You can still see that old hitchin'
As if an to our prayers
Mutely telling the wide world
Doc Brown has up stairs