Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was just an old country
In a Kentucky town
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 patient to pay
Altho' doc's fees small

But Old Doc Brown seem to mind
He didn't even out bills
His ambition was to find
It seems, cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the folks in my 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 it on to some poor soul
needed it worse than he
But when the depression hit our
And drained each meager
The scanty of Old Doc Brown
Just went bad to worse

He had to all of his furniture
Why, he couldn't even pay his office
So to a dusty over a Livery stable
Doc Brown and his practice
On the hitchin' post at the curb
To advertise his
He a little sign that read
Brown has moved upstairs'

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

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

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

Old Doc have had a funeral
enough for a king
It's a ghastly joke our town was broke
And no one could give a
'Cept Jones, the
He did mighty
Donatin' an old iron
That never been able to sell

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

His grave was with flowers
But not from the floral
Just roses and things folks' garden
And one or two dandelion
For the depression had hit our little hard
And man carried a load
So some picked the wildflowers
As they along the road

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

We pulled up that old hitchin'
Doc had nailed his sign
And we painted it and to all of us
It certainly did fine
Now the and snow has washed away
Our white 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 through 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