Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Doc Brown

He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia
and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his way he served us one and all
Many a patient forgot to pay Doc's fees were small
But ol' Doc Brown didn't seem to mind in he didn't even send out bills
His only ambition it seemed was to find sure cures for aches and
Why nearly half the folks in our home
And yes I'm one of them too were in by ol' Doc Brown
When we made our first debaut ah he his dimes
And there were he'd receive a fee
But he would pass it on to poor soul that he said needed it worse than he
So when hard times hit our town and drained meager purse
The scanty income of Ol' Doc Brown just went from bad to
He had to sell his why he couldn't even pay his office rent
And so to an old dusty room over a liberty stable Ol' Doc Brown and his satchel
On the post at the curb below to advertise his wares
He up a little sign that read "Doc Brown has moved up stairs"
And there he kept on helping people get well and his heart was pure
But anyone eyes could see that Doc was getting old
Then one day he even answer when they knocked upon his door
Ol' Doc Brown was lying but his life was no more
They found him there in his old black but on his face was a smile of contentment
But all the money could find on him was a quarter and one ol' copper cent
So they opened up his and what they saw gave their hearts a pull
beside each debtor's name Ol' Doc had written "Paid in full"
Well it looked like the potter's field for Doc and caused us some alarm
'Till some one the family graveyard out on the Simmon's farm
Ol' Doc had brought six of their kids into this world and Simmons was a cuss
He said "Doc like one of the family so he can sleep with us."
Ol' Doc Brown should have had a fine enough for a king
It's a ghastly joke that our town was and no one could give a thing
Jones the undertaker he did mighty well
He donated an old iron casket he'd never able to sell
And the funeral procession well it wasn't for grace and pomp and style
But wagonloads of mourners they stretched out for more than a mile
And we breathed a prayer as we laid him there to beneath the sod
This man who had earned the right to be on speaking terms God
His grave was covered with flowers but not from the shop
Just roses and things folks gardens and one or two dandelion tops
For times had hit our town hard and man carried a load
So some just picked the wild flowers as they passed the way
We wanted to give Doc a monument we of figured we owed him one
cause he had made our town a better for all the good he had done
But monuments cost money so we just did the we could
And on his grave we just placed a of wood
We pulled up that old hitching where Doc had nailed his sign
We painted it white and to all of us it surely did look
Now the rains and snow has away our white trimmings of paint
And there ain't nothing but Doc's old sign and even that's getting faint
And still when southern breezes and twinkling stars our little town
And pail moonlight shines through Georgia pines on the grave of Ol' Doc
You can still see that old post as if in answer to our prayers
Proudly the whole wide world Doc Brown has moved up stairs