Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was just an old country
In a Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had him by
But we never saw him
As day by day in his way
He us one and all
Many a patient to pay
doc's fees were small

But Old Doc didn't seem to mind
He even send out bills
His only was to find
It seems, sure cures for aches and
Why nearly half the folks in my town
Yes, I'm one of too
ushered in by Old Doc Brown
When we made our debut

Tho' he needed his dimes and there were
That receive a fee
He'd pass it on to some soul
That it worse than he
But when the hit our town
And each meager purse
The scanty income of Old Doc
Just from bad to worse

He had to sell all of his
Why, he couldn't even pay his rent
So to a dusty over a Livery stable
Doc Brown and his practice
On the hitchin' at the curb below
To advertise his
He nailed a little that read
'Doc Brown has moved

he kept on helpin' folks get well
And his was just pure gold
But with eyes could see
Doc was gettin' old
And then one day he didn't even
When they upon his door
Old Doc was a-lyin' down
But his - was no more

They found him there in an old black
And on his face was a smile of
But all the money they could on him
Was a quarter and a copper
So opened up his ledger
And what they saw gave their a pull
Beside each name
Old Doc had (*writ) words, 'Paid in full'

It looked like the potter's for Doc
That caused us alarm
someone 'membered the family graveyard
Out on the Simmons
Old doc had brought six of kids
And Simmons was a cuss
He said, Doc's like one of the family
So, you can let him sleep us

Old Doc have had a funeral
enough for a king
It's a ghastly joke that our was broke
And no one could give a
Jones, the undertaker
He did mighty
Donatin' an old iron
That never been able to sell

And the procession, it wasn't much
For and pomp and style
But those wagon loads of
They stretched out for more than a
And we breathed a as we laid him there
To rest the sod
This man who'd earned the
To be on speaking terms God

His grave was covered with
But not from the floral
Just roses and things from folks'
And one or two dandelion
For the depression had hit our little town
And each man a load
So some picked the wildflowers
As they passed along the

We wanted to give him a
Kinda we owed him one
'Cause he'd our town a better place
For all the good done
But monuments money
So, we did the best we
And on his grave we gently
A - of wood

We pulled up old hitchin' post
Doc had nailed his sign
And we it white and to all of us
It certainly did fine
Now the rains and snow has away
Our trimmings of paint
And there ain't nothin' left but Doc's own
And that is gettin'

Still, when southern and flickering stars
Caress our sleeping
And the pale moon through Kentucky pines
On the grave of Old Doc
You can still see that old post
As if an answer to our
Mutely telling the whole wide
Doc has moved up stairs