Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was just an old doctor
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 were small

But Old Doc didn't seem to mind
He didn't even send out
His only was to find
It seems, sure cures for 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 dimes and were times
he'd receive a fee
He'd pass it on to poor soul
needed it worse than he
But when the hit our town
And each meager purse
The scanty income of Old Doc
Just went bad to worse

He had to sell all of his
Why, he couldn't pay his office rent
So to a dusty room over a stable
Doc and his practice went
On the hitchin' at the curb below
To his wares
He nailed a sign that read
'Doc has moved upstairs'

There he kept on helpin' get well
And his was just pure gold
But anyone with could see
Doc was gettin' old
And then one day he even answer
When knocked upon his door
Old Doc Brown was down
But his soul - was no

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

It looked like the field for Doc
That caused us alarm
someone 'membered the family graveyard
Out on the farm
Old doc had six of their kids
And Simmons was a cuss
He said, Doc's been like one of the
So, you can let him with 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
Jones, the undertaker
He did well
Donatin' an old casket
That he'd never able to sell

And the funeral procession, it much
For grace and pomp and
But those wagon loads of
stretched out for more than a mile
And we breathed a prayer as we him there
To beneath the sod
This man earned the right
To be on terms with God

His was covered with flowers
But not from the floral
Just roses and things from garden
And one or two pots
For the depression had hit our little hard
And each man carried a
So some just picked the
As they along the road

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

We pulled up that old hitchin'
Where Doc had 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 there ain't nothin' left but own sign
And is gettin' faint

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