Luyện nghe bài hát Old Doc Brown

(Spoken)
He was just an old doctor
In a little town
Fame and had passed him by
But we never saw him
As day by day in his way
He us one and all
Many a forgot to pay
Altho' doc's fees were

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

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

He had to all of his furniture
Why, he couldn't pay his office rent
So to a dusty over a Livery stable
Doc Brown and his practice
On the hitchin' post at the below
To his wares
He nailed a sign that read
'Doc Brown has moved

There he kept on helpin' get well
And his heart was just pure
But with eyes could see
Doc was gettin' old
And then one day he even answer
When they upon his door
Old Doc was a-lyin' down
But his - was no more

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

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

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

And the funeral procession, it much
For grace and and style
But those wagon of mourners
They stretched out for more than a
And we breathed a as we laid him there
To rest the sod
This man earned the right
To be on speaking terms God

His grave was covered flowers
But not the floral shops
Just roses and things from garden
And one or two dandelion
For the depression had hit our little town
And each man carried a
So some just the wildflowers
As they along the road

We to give him a monument
Kinda we owed him one
'Cause he'd made our town a better
For all the good he'd
But cost money
So, we did the we could
And on his we gently placed
A - of wood

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

Still, when southern and flickering stars
our sleeping town
And the moon shines through Kentucky pines
On the grave of Old Doc
You can still see old hitchin' post
As if an to our prayers
Mutely telling the wide world
Doc Brown has moved up