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 enough thank you, but not for the
bookkeeper, not for the
The margin's thin on 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, that's the money is
animal hospitals, shopping malls, cocker spaniels,
Pomeranians; hang shingle

There was a blind old brings in a bird with a busted
wing and she heard we were good doctors
That 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 mornin' come, want to upset her; for her own
good I see a need to tell her
"Not only you fixed his wing, but it appears as though
you him to sing, you are good doctors!
He never sung before, I've had him for years!"

When been in the business as long as I have, you
begin to the plight of the calves
Fun lovin', frolickin', carefree critters
The first few months ain't all that bad, they'll never
the times they had
But comes fall and brandin' times, stuck in the ribs 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 share of sugar chokes, if it gets too bad
you gotta cut the throat and salvage the carcass, him
out on the
one old steer, he choked real bad, in the corner of the
pen mighty mad
I poked at the beet, it dislodge, the farmer says, "I
got a knife back at the garage"
I said "Go get it!" Gotta the meat
I made the jugular cut, the 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 with the sugar beet chokes
Just don't get me onnnnnnnnnn...... alfalfa bloats