Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Veterinarian Blues

Well my Daddy's a vet and if I was one too, the one he
always taught me to do was get paid, money.
Jam and eggs is a enough thank you, but not for the
bookkeeper, not for the
The margin's thin on treatin' large animals it's a
purebred or, more understandable, a racehorse of kind
You see son, city folks pay a high to make sure Fido
ain't hot under the collar, that's where the is
Boutique animal hospitals, shopping malls, spaniels,
hang your shingle

There was a old woman brings in a bird with a busted
wing and somewhere she heard we good doctors
night it died in the cage, under our care of
unknown but we'll make it square, these things happen
Only one cure though, quick to the pet store
Well come, didn't want to upset her; for her own
I didn't see a need to tell her
"Not only you boys his wing, but it appears as though
you him to sing, you are good doctors!
He ain't sung before, I've had him for years!"

When you've been in the as long as I have, you
begin to consider the plight of the
Fun lovin', frolickin', carefree critters
The first few ain't all that bad, they'll never forget
the times they had
But then comes fall and brandin' times, in the ribs with
a red hot
Tag in the ear, in the hip, the dehornin' paste and...
snip, snip,
to the world little buddy, it's no picnic

I've treated my share of beet chokes, if it gets too bad
you gotta cut the and salvage the carcass, dress him
out on the
This one old steer, he real bad, in the corner of the
pen he's mad
I poked at the beet, it dislodge, the farmer says, "I
got a knife back at the garage"
I "Go get it!" Gotta save the meat
I made the cut, the steer jumped to his feet, shook
his and coughed up the beet
there and bled to death in front of his owner
"Thank you Doc... do I owe ya?"
Well that's how it goes with the sugar chokes
Just get me started onnnnnnnnnn...... alfalfa bloats