Luyện nghe bài hát Ol' Doc Brown

He was just and old country in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we saw him frown
As day by day in his way he served us one and all
Many a forgot to pay although Doc's fees were small
But ol' Doc Brown didn't to mind in fact he didn't even send out bills
His only ambition it seemed was to find cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the in our home town
And yes I'm one of them too ushered in by ol' Doc Brown
When we made our first ah he needed his dimes
And were times he'd receive a fee
But he would pass it on to some poor soul that he needed it worse than he
So when hard times hit our town and drained each purse
The scanty income of Ol' Doc just went from bad to worse
He had to sell his furniture why he couldn't even pay his rent
And so to an old dusty room over a liberty stable Ol' Doc Brown and his went
On the hitching post at the curb to advertise his wares
He nailed up a sign that read "Doc Brown has moved up stairs"
And there he kept on helping people get well and his heart was gold
But anyone with eyes could see Doc was getting old
Then one day he didn't even answer when they knocked his door
Ol' Doc Brown was lying down but his life was no
They found him in his old black suit but on his face was a smile of contentment
But all the money they find on him was a quarter and one ol' copper cent
So they opened up his ledger and what 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 for Doc and that caused us some alarm
'Till some one remembered the family graveyard out on the farm
Ol' Doc had brought six of their kids into world and Simmons was a grateful cuss
He "Doc been like one of the family so he can sleep with us."
Ol' Doc should have had a funeral fine enough for a king
It's a ghastly joke that our town was broke and no one could a thing
Except Jones the undertaker he did mighty
He an old iron casket he'd never been able to sell
And the funeral procession well it wasn't much for grace and pomp and
But those wagonloads of they stretched out for more than a mile
And we breathed a as we laid him there to rest beneath the sod
This man who had earned the right to be on terms with 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 hard and each man carried a load
So just picked the wild flowers as they passed along the way
We wanted to give Doc a we kind of figured we owed him one
cause he had made our town a better place for all the good he had
But monuments cost so we just did the best we could
And on his grave we just a monument of wood
We pulled up that old hitching post where Doc had nailed his
We painted it white and to all of us it surely did look
Now the rains and has washed away our white trimmings of paint
And ain't nothing left but Doc's old sign and even that's getting faint
And still when southern breezes and twinkling cross our little town
And pail moonlight shines through pines on the grave of Ol' Doc Brown
You can still see that old hitching post as if in answer to our
Proudly telling the wide world Doc Brown has moved up stairs