Luyện nghe bài hát Talkin' Veterinarian Blues

Well my Daddy's a vet and if I was one too, the one 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 margin's thin on treatin' large animals it's a
purebred or, more understandable, a of some kind
You see son, folks pay a high dollar to make sure Fido
ain't hot under the collar, where the money is
Boutique animal hospitals, shopping malls, spaniels,
Pomeranians; hang shingle

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

When you've in the business as long as I have, you
to consider the plight of the calves
Fun lovin', frolickin', little critters
The first few ain't all that bad, they'll never forget
the times 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 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 he's 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 the meat
I made the jugular cut, the steer jumped to his feet,
his head and up the beet
Stood there and bled to in front of his owner
"Thank you Doc... do I owe ya?"
Well that's how it goes with the sugar beet
Just don't get me started onnnnnnnnnn...... alfalfa