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 is a kind enough thank you, but not for the
bookkeeper, not for the
The thin on treatin' large animals unless it's a
purebred or, more understandable, a of some kind
You see son, city pay a high dollar to make sure Fido
ain't hot under the collar, where the money is
Boutique animal hospitals, shopping malls, spaniels,
Pomeranians; your shingle

There was a blind old brings in a bird with a busted
wing and somewhere she we were good doctors
night it died in the cage, under our care of
unknown cause but we'll make it square, these happen
one cure though, quick trip to the pet store
Well mornin' come, didn't want to her; for her own
I didn't see a need to tell her
"Not only you boys fixed his wing, but it as though
you taught him to sing, you are doctors!
He ain't never sung before, had him for years!"

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

I've treated my share of sugar beet chokes, if it too bad
you gotta cut the throat and salvage the carcass, him
out on the
This one old steer, he choked bad, in the corner of the
pen mighty mad
I poked at the beet, it wouldn't dislodge, the says, "I
got a knife back at the garage"
I said "Go get it!" save the meat
I made the cut, the steer jumped to his feet, shook
his head and coughed up the
Stood there and 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 don't get me started onnnnnnnnnn...... bloats