Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Veterinarian Blues

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

There was a blind old woman brings in a bird a busted
wing and she heard we were good doctors
night it died in the cage, under our care of
unknown cause but we'll make it square, things happen
Only one though, quick trip to the pet store
Well come, didn't want to upset her; for her own
good I didn't see a 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 sung before, had him for years!"

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

I've treated my of sugar beet chokes, if it gets too bad
you gotta cut the throat and the carcass, dress 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 dislodge, the farmer says, "I
got a dull back at the garage"
I said "Go get it!" save the meat
I the jugular cut, the steer jumped to his feet, shook
his head and coughed up the
there and bled to death in front of his owner
"Thank you Doc... do I owe ya?"
Well that's how it goes the sugar beet chokes
Just get me started onnnnnnnnnn...... alfalfa bloats