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 is a kind 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 racehorse of some
You see son, city folks pay a high dollar to make sure
ain't hot under the collar, that's the money is
Boutique hospitals, shopping malls, cocker 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, these happen
Only one cure though, quick to the pet store
Well mornin' come, didn't want to upset for her own
I didn't see a need to tell her
"Not only you fixed his wing, but it appears as though
you taught him to sing, you are doctors!
He never sung before, I've had him for years!"

When you've been in the business as as I have, you
begin to the plight of the calves
Fun lovin', frolickin', little critters
The first few months ain't all that bad, they'll never
the times they had
But then comes fall and brandin' times, in the ribs with
a red hot
Tag in the ear, shots in the hip, the dehornin' and...
snip, snip,
Welcome to the world little buddy, 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
This one old steer, he real bad, in the corner of the
pen he's mad
I poked at the beet, it dislodge, the farmer says, "I
got a dull knife at the garage"
I "Go get it!" Gotta save the meat
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?"
Well how it goes with the sugar beet chokes
Just don't get me started onnnnnnnnnn...... alfalfa