Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was just an old country
In a little town
and fortune had passed 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' fees were small

But Old Doc Brown seem to mind
He even send out bills
His only ambition was to
It seems, sure cures for aches and
Why nearly half the folks in my town
Yes, I'm one of too
Were in by Old Doc Brown
When we our first debut

he needed his dimes and there were times
That he'd a fee
He'd it on to some poor soul
That needed it worse he
But when the hit our town
And drained meager purse
The scanty of Old Doc Brown
went from bad to worse

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

There he kept on helpin' get well
And his heart was just pure
But anyone with eyes see
That Doc was old
And then one day he didn't answer
When they upon his door
Old Doc Brown was a-lyin'
But his - was no more

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

It like the potter's field for Doc
caused us some alarm
'Til someone 'membered the family
Out on the Simmons
Old doc had brought six of kids
And Simmons was a grateful
He said, been like one of the family
So, you can let him with us

Old Doc should have had a
Fine enough for a
It's a joke that our town was broke
And no one give a thing
'Cept Jones, the
He did well
an old iron casket
That he'd never able to sell

And the funeral procession, it much
For grace and pomp and
But those wagon loads of
stretched out for more than a mile
And we a prayer as we laid him there
To beneath the sod
This man earned the right
To be on speaking terms God

His was covered with flowers
But not from the floral
Just roses and things from garden
And one or two dandelion
For the had hit our little town hard
And each man a load
So just picked the wildflowers
As passed along the road

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

We pulled up that old hitchin'
Doc had nailed his sign
And we painted it and to all of us
It certainly did fine
Now the rains and snow has away
Our white trimmings of
And there nothin' left but Doc's own sign
And is gettin' faint

Still, when southern breezes and flickering
Caress our town
And the pale moon shines Kentucky pines
On the of Old Doc Brown
You can still see that old hitchin'
As if an answer to our
telling the whole wide world
Doc has moved up stairs