Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Veterinarian Blues

Well my Daddy's a vet and if I was one too, the one he
taught 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 treatin' large unless it's a
purebred or, more understandable, a of some kind
You see son, city folks pay a high dollar to make Fido
ain't hot under the collar, that's the money is
Boutique animal hospitals, malls, cocker 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 cause but make it square, these things happen
Only one though, quick trip to the pet store
Well mornin' come, didn't want to upset 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 sung before, I've had him for years!"

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

treated my share 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 at the beet, it wouldn't dislodge, the farmer says, "I
got a dull knife at the garage"
I said "Go get it!" Gotta save the
I made the cut, the steer jumped to his feet, shook
his head and up the beet
Stood there and bled to death in of his owner
"Thank you Doc... do I owe ya?"
that's how it goes with the sugar beet chokes
Just get me started onnnnnnnnnn...... alfalfa bloats