Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Veterinarian Blues

Well my a vet and if I was one too, the one thing he
always taught me to do was get paid, money.
Jam and eggs is a kind enough you, but not for the
bookkeeper, not for the
The thin on treatin' large animals unless it's a
purebred or, understandable, a racehorse of some kind
You see son, city folks pay a high dollar to make sure
ain't hot under the collar, that's the money is
Boutique animal hospitals, malls, cocker spaniels,
Pomeranians; hang your

There was a old woman brings in a bird with a busted
wing and somewhere she heard we were good
That night it died in the cage, under our of
cause but we'll make it square, these things happen
Only one cure though, 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 fixed his wing, but it appears as though
you him to sing, you are good doctors!
He ain't sung before, I've had him for years!"

you've been in the business as long as I have, you
begin to consider the plight of the
Fun lovin', frolickin', little critters
The first few ain't all that bad, they'll never forget
the good times 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, no picnic

I've treated my share of sugar chokes, if it gets too bad
you gotta cut the and salvage the carcass, dress him
out on the
This one old steer, he choked bad, in the corner of the
pen he's mad
I at the beet, it wouldn't 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 front of his
"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