Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was just an old country
In a little town
Fame and fortune had him by
But we saw him frown
As day by day in his way
He us one and all
Many a patient to pay
Altho' doc's fees were

But Old Doc Brown seem to mind
He didn't send out bills
His ambition 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 his dimes and there were times
That receive a fee
He'd pass it on to some poor
That needed it than he
But the depression hit our town
And drained meager purse
The scanty income of Old Doc
went from bad to worse

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

There he kept on helpin' folks get
And his heart was just gold
But anyone with eyes see
That Doc was old
And then one day he didn't even
When they knocked upon his
Old Doc Brown was down
But his soul - was no

They found him there in an old suit
And on his face was a of content
But all the they could find on him
Was a quarter and a copper
So they up his ledger
And what they saw gave their hearts a
Beside each debtor's
Old Doc had (*writ) these words, 'Paid in

It like the potter's field for Doc
That caused us some
'Til someone 'membered the graveyard
Out on the farm
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 with us

Old Doc should had a funeral
Fine enough for a
It's a ghastly joke that our was broke
And no one could a thing
'Cept Jones, the
He did mighty
Donatin' an old casket
he'd never been able to sell

And the funeral procession, it much
For grace and pomp and
But wagon loads of mourners
They stretched out for more than a
And we breathed a as we laid him there
To beneath the sod
man who'd earned the right
To be on speaking with God

His grave was covered flowers
But not from the shops
roses and things from folks' garden
And one or two pots
For the depression had hit our town hard
And each man carried a
So some just the wildflowers
As they passed along the

We to give him a monument
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 we could
And on his grave we placed
A monument - of

We up that old hitchin' post
Where Doc had his sign
And we painted it and to all of us
It certainly did look
Now the rains and snow has washed
Our white of paint
And there ain't nothin' but Doc's own sign
And is gettin' faint

Still, when southern breezes and stars
our sleeping town
And the pale moon through Kentucky pines
On the of Old Doc Brown
You can still see that old post
As if an to our prayers
telling the whole wide world
Doc Brown has up stairs