Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Veterinarian Blues

Well my a vet and if I was one too, the one thing he
always me to do was get paid, cash 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 unless a
or, more understandable, a racehorse of some 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 hospitals, shopping malls, cocker spaniels,
Pomeranians; hang shingle

There was a blind old woman brings in a bird a busted
wing and somewhere she heard we were good
That night it in the cage, under our care of
unknown cause but we'll it square, these things happen
Only one cure though, quick trip to the pet
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 taught him to sing, you are doctors!
He ain't never before, I've had him for years!"

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

I've treated my of sugar beet chokes, if it gets too bad
you cut the throat and salvage the carcass, dress him
out on the
This one old steer, he choked real bad, in the of the
pen mighty mad
I poked at the beet, it wouldn't dislodge, the says, "I
got a dull knife at the garage"
I said "Go get it!" save the meat
I made the cut, the steer jumped to his feet, shook
his and coughed up the beet
Stood there and bled to in front of his owner
"Thank you Doc... do I owe ya?"
Well how it goes with the sugar beet chokes
don't get me started onnnnnnnnnn...... alfalfa bloats