Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was just an old doctor
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 were small

But Old Doc didn't seem to mind
He even send out bills
His only was to find
It seems, sure cures for aches and
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 there were
he'd receive a fee
He'd pass it on to some poor
That it worse than he
But when the hit our town
And drained each purse
The scanty of Old Doc Brown
Just went 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 went
On the post at the curb below
To advertise his
He nailed a little that read
Brown has moved upstairs'

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

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

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

Old Doc should have had a
Fine enough for a
It's a ghastly joke that our town was
And no one could a thing
Jones, the undertaker
He did mighty
Donatin' an old casket
he'd never been able to sell

And the funeral procession, it wasn't
For grace and and style
But those wagon loads of
They stretched out for more than a
And we breathed a prayer as we him there
To rest the sod
This man who'd earned the
To be on speaking terms God

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

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

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

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